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by Cara Adams


  She heard the nightstand drawer open and watched as Merek lifted out a box of condoms.

  “Ebony, please let us fuck you?” he asked.

  How could she say no? She was reeling from a totally amazing orgasm and they hadn’t even used their cocks.

  “Only if I can touch you both.”

  “It’s a deal.”

  Chapter Four

  Merek was halfway between excited and terrified. So far everything had gone his and Ben’s way. Ebony had not only agreed to let them walk her home but was currently in their cabin and in their bed. But what if he got his plans wrong now? The Dom’s power was in knowing his sub so intimately that he could plan his scenes to give her the maximum pleasure. Merek had been watching Ebony and learning all he could about her, but he certainly didn’t know her well enough to be sure the plans he had for her were exactly what would arouse her the most.

  He’d begun by simply holding her hands, knowing that it provided a feeling of restraint, but that with his hands on her wrists he could feel her pulse and know instantly if she wasn’t enjoying his touch. That had gone well. Even her complaint was proof it was working. Today he’d bought nipple clips for her. They had blue stones in them that matched her eyes. His plan was to attach them while Ben fucked her. She’d responded really well to his hands on her breasts so he hoped this next stage worked.

  Ben had gotten undressed while Merek continued to stroke and pet her skin, kissing her to distract her from thinking too much. Now Ben was back on the bed and he handed him a condom and slid off the bed to get undressed himself. It didn’t take long. He’d removed his suit jacket while he’d been kissing Ebony when they first arrived and had kicked off his shoes before climbing on the bed. The rest of his clothing he dumped on a chair as fast as possible.

  He took the little box out of the nightstand and crawled up by Ebony’s head, out of Ben’s way. Ben was lying over Ebony, his body between her legs as he made love to her. Merek bent over her, kissing her while playing with her breasts. Ebony’s breath hitched audibly and he could smell her musky female aroma. Ben threw her legs over his shoulders once again and sat up straighter, his cock deep in her cunt, so Merek could suck her breasts. He continued to tease and touch them first, before pulling one into his mouth and ensuring it was fully aroused. Carefully he took the tiny piece of jewelry and screwed it onto her nipple, tightening it until she would feel a bite of excitement. She blinked and gazed at him for a moment, then looked down at her breasts, and smiled.

  Success!

  Merek refused to hurry, preparing the other breast just as carefully before screwing the nipple clip into place. Very, very gently he touched her breasts, teasing her. Only when he was certain she was enjoying the shards of pleasure-pain did he increase the pressure, stroking her skin with the same beat as Ben was fucking her.

  Merek was so pleased. His first tiny touches of BDSM with Ebony had been wonderfully successful. First, she’d let him restrain her hands, and now she’d enjoyed the bite of the nipple clips. That was perfect news for him and Ben.

  Her mouth opened and he knew she was about to come, so Merek leaned over and captured her lips with his, putting all his love and passion for this amazing woman into the kiss as well as muffling the sound of her release.

  Ben pumped into her a few more times, and then the three lay on the bed with Merek on one side of Ebony and Ben on the other as both men kissed and stroked her.

  Finally Ebony sighed and sat up. She reached for the nipple clips and Merek shook his head. “Why don’t you wear them back to your cabin and think of us?” he suggested.

  She wiggled off the bed. “I’ll think about it while I have a shower.”

  She took her roll-along suitcase into the bathroom with her. It was the hardest thing Merek had ever done not to follow her in there, throw her against the wall, and slam his aching dick into her hot pussy until his blue balls were snug against her skin.

  But he was a Dom. His pleasure should only come from her pleasure, so he sat on the bed and watched the bathroom door shut behind her.

  * * * *

  Ben and Merek washed in the tiny sink in the main room, then dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Since Ebony had left her gown lying on the chair, it seemed obvious she would dress in whatever she’d worn to the ballroom that evening to go home.

  Merek pulled one of the coat hangers out of their closet and hung her gown up on it while Ben picked up her shoes and underwear. He sniffed her panties. Damn, she smelled good. Her aroma was an aphrodisiac to him. He’d loved tasting her and fucking her, but even just smelling her panties made him as hard as a rock all over again. It was a damn shame she was going back to her own cabin. They absolutely had to make a date with her for tomorrow. Surely she wouldn’t say no.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, her hair was still damp and hanging down over her shoulders all the way to her butt. “Your hair is amazing. How long did it take you to grow it?” he asked.

  “All my life. I’ve never cut it short. I was born with a full head of hair and it’s kept growing ever since. I just get the ends trimmed neatly every few months.”

  She tucked her underwear and shoes into her luggage but let Ben carry her dress and Merek wheel the roll-along case. As they reached the cabin door she leaned into him and gave him a sweet, almost chaste kiss.

  “Thank you,” she said softly, before doing the same to Merek.

  Ben wished he wasn’t holding her dress so he could have pulled her to him, but perhaps it was just as well in case it made her regret kissing him.

  They walked more slowly this time, back toward the front of the convention center. A little way along Merek stopped and said, “May we join you for breakfast tomorrow?”

  She shook her head emphatically.

  “Lunch?”

  This time she smiled.

  “Where can we pick you up and what time do you want to eat?” asked Merek.

  “Neither Ivory nor I want people standing outside our cabin at any hour of the day or night. I’ll meet you in the food area in the main building at one and decide then what I want to eat.”

  “Will you be bringing Ivory? She’s very welcome. I know you’re both very close to each other,” said Ben, hoping Merek wouldn’t mind. But Ivory was very special to her sister.

  “It’s quite possible, but I won’t let other men crowd you out. I expect people will want to reserve dances again, although maybe after tonight many of the men will have made their own choices about women.”

  “Just as long as they haven’t chosen you,” said Merek a little fiercely. Ben had a moment of fear. Had Merek been too dominating? It was very, very soon in their relationship and the women had the freedom to make the decisions about everything at this party.

  But Ebony just flashed them both a glance. “I will continue to dance with many people.”

  “That’s only fair. May I have the supper dance tomorrow?” asked Ben.

  “And may I please have the last dance,” added Merek.

  This time Ebony smiled. “That seems reasonable to me. This is as far as you may come. Please turn your backs now and walk away.”

  “Why can’t we escort you to your cabin?” asked Merek.

  “You know why. Please go now.”

  Ben sighed. “If there’s any trouble, scream. I’ll be walking very slowly.”

  This time Ebony giggled. “As long as your back remains turned to me, that’s fine.”

  * * * *

  Ivory was in the bathroom when Ebony reached the cabin. She stripped out of her jeans and put her pajamas on, intending to sit and wait to talk to Ivory, but the moment she climbed into her bed she was asleep. Fortunately Ivory was smart enough to set their alarm for the next morning, because they needed to get up early enough not just to dress and eat breakfast, but also to prepare for their three morning classes.

  She and Ivory focused on making the more advanced class harder and faster, but they decided the third class needed to be a little more diffic
ult as well. So they were constantly changing up the actions and using extra exercises they’d expected to save for later in the week.

  “We’re going to have to plan some more advanced work,” she said to Ivory as they walked back to their cabin after the final class.

  “What we should do is ask Dorothea if there can be a more complicated dance on the final night program, and we can teach them to do it.”

  “Oh, good idea. How about a Lindy Hop? They can improvise that on the dance floor and add some athletic stuff as well if they want. We can teach them the Suzie Q, Truckin, and Twist, as well as a few air steps, and they can add the rest themselves.”

  Ivory high-fived her. “Good thinking. Let’s do it. Well, I mean, check with Dorothea first and then do it.”

  With that problem solved, Ebony was able to relax and look forward to lunch with Merek and Benedict. The sex last night had been amazing and she was still full of warm fuzzies from that, but she was also very aware that any man could seem nice for a couple of days, but that didn’t automatically make them lifetime husband material. Was she racing headlong into trouble here? Had her hormones taken over her brain? It was only forty-eight hours into this party and already she was thinking seriously about two men.

  But then, the DADISP had been deliberately established to help people rush into a relationship. The entire point of living together at the conference center and not being allowed to leave gave everyone the opportunity to spend far more time with people than normal life allowed for. The pre-registration checks were also an important part of the process. Everyone here had been vouched for by their Alpha, and had answered the questions and passed the tests themselves. An Alpha might lie about a man, or not know his heart very well, but that man still had to be able to fake his way through a whole series of tests and pass them all. Technically, Ebony supposed it was possible for a rotten apple to make their way into the group, but it certainly wasn’t very likely. And it was even less likely there’d be two rotten apples.

  That was another good reason to have two men instead of one. Not that she needed any more reasons. Her orgasms last night were all the reason she’d ever need. Plus the fact that Merek hadn’t come. He’d held back to give her pleasure. She really ought to ensure he came tonight. It was practically her duty.

  * * * *

  Once again Ben was watching one side of the building and Merek the other, waiting for Ebony to appear. This time he knew most likely she’d be punctual. She was very organized about her classes. They finished promptly when they should. And despite the conference center management needing to open up an extra area of the room because so many people wanted to exercise, Ebony and Ivory had still begun on time. Ivory had demonstrated for the class in the area they were already at, while Ebony had moved with other wolves into the new space and danced the steps for them over there as the group sorted itself out and the conference center staff rearranged the furniture around them.

  The class was in the ballroom, except the ballroom was divided into four different rooms during the day with movable partition walls. Well they knew now to give the dance class a bigger room. There must have been eighty people there this morning, and some of them did the same thing as him and Merek. They’d arrived for the first class and stayed for all three. Although, to be fair, some left after the second class. It was advertized as more advanced and the women worked them damn hard. Ben was glad the third class was less energetic even allowing for a ten-minute break between each session.

  And here she came now, looking as fresh and pretty as if she hadn’t spent three hours exercising fiercely this morning. Today she was wearing a full skirt in a riot of swirling colors, with a red T-shirt which said “Paris” picked out in various colors against a picture of the Eiffel Tower.

  He hurried over to her, Merek only a heartbeat behind him. “Have you been to Paris? Do you like to travel?” he asked her. If she wanted to travel he’d happily go with her, although it wasn’t really anything he’d thought about much.

  “No, this was a gift from my cousin. She loves travel and is always away visiting some fascinating place or other. Half of the countries she goes to I’ve never even heard of and have to Google to even know what continent she’s on. This shirt was a joke because she knew even I would have heard of Paris.”

  He picked up her hand and entwined her fingers with his. He wondered if she’d pull away, but she seemed content to leave her hand in his for the moment, which pleased him. In one way it seemed a bit high school, but he wanted to be connected to her and was almost certain she wouldn’t let him wrap an arm around her just yet, especially when they were surrounded by a crowd of other people all aiming to buy lunch.

  “What food would you like today?” asked Merek.

  “Everyone has been talking about the build your own sandwich and build your own fruit juice bars, so I thought I should experience them myself.”

  Ben angled her toward the juice bar as he said, “It’s a damn clever marketing idea. Everyone gets and pays for exactly what they want.”

  “Besides, there are so many choices people can come back again and again and try something different each time,” added Merek.

  Instead of looking at the huge range of fruits on display at the juice bar, Ben watched Ebony. She stood for a while, then pointed to the ones she wanted as the barista added slices of orange and watermelon, and a handful of strawberries into a blender to make Ebony’s drink. When it came to his own turn he almost ended up with a tomato in his orange juice because he wasn’t concentrating, only changing his mind to passion fruit at the last minute as he realized what he’d done.

  “Tomato is better with pineapple juice,” said Ebony.

  “I can make you a Vanderbilt Virgin Mary if you like?” offered the barista.

  Ben shook his head, but Merek said, “I wouldn’t mind trying it, thank you.”

  Still talking about the merits of various fruit juices, they moved across to the sandwich line. Here the choices were even more extreme. Half a dozen different kinds of bread, then every salad ingredient known to man, including many of the fruits and vegetables also available at the juice bar.

  Once again Ben watched Ebony, entranced by the expressions flitting across her face as she considered the range of ingredients, finally choosing cheese, carrot, rocket, and red onions on sourdough bread. He went with a BLT not wanting to make any mistakes this time. Merek built a gigantic sandwich, saying, “Hey, I used a bunch of calories in your classes this morning. I need to put some of them back.”

  They were all laughing as they moved across to one of the tables in the open area. Ben looked around but didn’t see Ivory anywhere, so settled Ebony at one of the small tables between him and Merek.

  Since they were surrounded by so many other people, the conversation couldn’t be too deep, but Ben just wanted to watch Ebony and absorb every little detail about her into his mind and his heart. Of course he wanted to know more about her likes and dislikes, her interests, her hobbies, her life, but he was content for Merek to lead the conversation, only asking questions occasionally when something seemed to him to need more explanation. But mostly he watched and ate and reveled in being with the woman he knew was his. Every moment he spent with her only accentuated his desire to claim her as his and Merek’s forever.

  “Would you like coffee now?” Ben asked Ebony as they balled up the trash to throw away. He was remembering that they never had drunk their coffee last night. Not that he could say anything like that in public here and now.

  “No. The juice was enough for me, thanks.”

  “What would you like to do now? Go for a walk? Sit in the hot tub? Play a game?” asked Merek.

  “It’s a beautiful day. It’s far too nice to be inside when we don’t need to be. Let’s walk,” replied Ebony.

  “Hell, yes. It’ll be winter soon enough and time to shovel the paths again,” said Ben with a groan. Working on the farm, shoveling seemed to be a major part of his life for far too many months of
the year.

  “Is that one of your jobs? I guess the fruit trees are dormant in winter.”

  “We have to prune them at the end of winter. The vertical branches have to be topped so the sun can penetrate to the horizontal branches for example. But you’re right in that there’s not much work done once they’re dormant. They need the time to grow strong and hardy. We wrap the young trees at the start of winter, and make sure around the base of all the trees is clean and then there’s very little to do until the end of winter when we clear out any deadfall and prune them ready for the growing season.”

  “So you get to shovel snow. Don’t you have a snow blower? I’d have thought a farm would need one.”

  “We have a snow plough we can attach to the front of the tractor to clear the roadways, but the snow blower is used around the community center, where we have the office and pack headquarters. Individuals have to keep their own driveways clear and people like me get to shovel the other pathways the snow plough can’t fit down.” Ben paused dramatically and put on a caricature of a sad face. “It’s a hard life I have.”

  To his delight Ebony laughed and nodded.

  They walked slowly on the grass toward the back of the property. A couple of times Ben noticed Merek touch Ebony’s arm as if to turn her around again. But she kept walking so Ben guessed there was somewhere in particular she wanted to go.

  When they’d passed the last cabins and were in an area of grass, trees, and garden beds, Ebony walked across to a large tree and sat down. Ben followed her. He had no idea what she wanted, but she was with them, and really, that was all that mattered to him.

 

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