by Cara Adams
Jairus hadn’t expected anything to start so soon. He’d been thinking maybe next summer, with plenty of time to plan everything and work out any kinks in the system. Now it was all going to happen at the speed of light. Assuming the instruments could be ordered from somewhere not too far away. If they had to come from America that would slow everything down. But Germany or Switzerland might sell them, he supposed.
The Alpha was speaking again. “Jairus, you’re in charge of this project. I want you to ensure those two small rooms are cleaned and ready for guests. You will also be the MC for the events, welcoming the guests and liaising with the tour guides regarding their bookings. You and Evan need to get together to decide a price that gives us a fair profit but won’t make it unaffordable for the coach travelers. The first few days should be discounted. That will draw people in to book their places, and serve as practice for our entertainers and other staff.”
“I’ll be staying here for the rest of the summer?” Jairus was excited at the idea of all that extra time to get to know Damask and make love to her.
“You’ll be accompanying me on a short trip very soon. But apart from that you’ll be staying home for a while. I’ll talk to you more about that in a few days.”
The Alpha looked down at his desk again. That was evidently the end of the meeting. Grigori and Evan stood, so Jairus did, too. Murmuring their good-byes they left his office.
“I’ll plan some menus, price the foods, and talk to my staff about needing extra helpers. I’ll call you when we need to meet,” said the chef, waving and heading down the hallway at a fast walk.
Jairus just nodded following Grigori back to his office. He was still stunned at the speed things had happened. He needed a few moments to think, then he wanted to talk about this with his friend. And then with Damask. What time was her lunch break again?
* * * *
Grigori took one look at Jairus and guessed he wasn’t ready to talk yet. He wanted space and time to think. So Grigori ignored him and began working through the emails he needed to answer, checked into Facebook and Twitter uploading a few more posts he’d already prepared, then added a “Watch This Space. New Attraction Coming Soon” banner to the castle website.
Jairus’s mind still seemed to be on a distant planet, so Grigori Googled medieval musical instruments and was soon absorbed looking at them and wondering whether anyone else would be able to play them other than Damask.
Apparently Jairus had finished thinking, because he said, “What are you drooling over now?”
“Medieval drums and bells.”
“Oh. Is there a company not too far away that makes them?”
“Let me look.” Grigori clicked on the contact page and said, “Germany. I’ll bookmark this one and go back to my search. Ah, here’s another one. Spain. Also the United Kingdom.” He kept scrolling then shook his head. “Just eBay.”
“Germany, Spain, or Britain, should ship here fairly fast. Can you email me the URLs, please? We need to talk to Damask in her lunchtime. Get this project started.”
“What time is her meal break? I don’t suppose you have her cell phone number to ask her?”
Jairus laughed. “We’re a couple of failures as lovers. I don’t have her cell phone number and I don’t know what time her break is either. Besides, her phone is likely turned off while she’s working anyway, it’s not exactly medieval, and I don’t think Piotr would appreciate us rushing into the store to talk to her. I’ll sit and wait outside from just before twelve I suppose until she comes out.”
Grigori suddenly knew the answer. “Henry!” he picked his cell phone up off his desk and scrolled though his contacts list clicking first on H, then on Henry.
“Huh? What?”
Grigori lifted a finger in the air as Henry answered. “Hi Henry, it’s Grigori. Yes, good, thanks. Listen, what time does Damask go for lunch? No, no, I don’t need you to change that, but the Alpha has given us a task to do and Jairus needs to order some stuff so we want to talk to her first. Yes, thanks, of course. Thanks. Bye.”
He put his phone down smiling. “Henry said he won’t bother asking me what I’m talking about. He’ll talk to Damask after she returns from her lunch break. It’s at one.”
“Well in that case I’m glad you thought to ask him. I’d have been damn hungry after sitting there for an hour waiting. The musical instruments we need to order first, as they’ll take a while to ship to us then Damask has to learn to play them. But there are a million other details we need to start working on as well.”
“Not really ‘we.’ It’s you who’s in charge,” said Grigori. But he was excited at the thought their plan had been accepted and would soon come to into being, so Grigori grabbed a notepad and started making lists of what they needed to do for the dinner. The chef would be the one to organize cutlery, plates, goblets and the like, but there were a million other details, apart from music, jugglers, actors, and costumes.
“There were no such things as paper towels or table napkins back then, and a lot of food was eaten with the fingers. Did they wipe their greasy fingers on their clothing or what?” wondered Jairus.
“Even if they did clean their hands on the seat of their pants back then, our guests won’t want to do that. Some cultures offered finger bowls of water to rinse their hands in, didn’t they? Maybe you need to check up on that,” suggested Grigori.
“Write it down,” said Jairus.
“Tonight we need to look at those rooms so you can start working out how much cleaning is involved and if any repairs need doing.” Grigori stopped talking and a huge smile crossed his face as he had an idea. “Why don’t you put a pile of blankets and pillows in there? We may just have found our very own private seduction room for Damask.”
He grinned at Jairus, his cock as hard as a spike and his face almost split in two with his happiness.
“I like the way you think,” said Jairus, grinning right back at him.
Then Jairus’s smile faded. “Unless this trip the Alpha says I’ll be taking with him soon upsets all our plans. I wonder what the fuck that’s all about?”
* * * *
Damask was surprised to see Jairus and Grigori waiting for her when Henry arrived to take over at the candy store so she could go on break. He’d given her a huge wink which she hadn’t understood until she’d seen the men. Sitting at a table in the courtyard in costume, she knew she was still in a sense on duty. The tourists expected her to act as a medieval person, so she sat very demurely, scarcely even smiling at them and certainly not kissing them which she really wouldn’t have minded doing.
“I didn’t expect to see you now,” she said tucking her skirts around her legs as she sat on the bench.
“We had a meeting this morning with the castle manager and he liked the idea of a banquet. He said you could order a drum and a lute so I wanted you to start thinking about that because the shipping may take a little while and then you need to learn to play them.”
Damask gulped. “I get to choose? I get to play them? Me?”
“Yes, you.” Grigori handed her his cell phone open to a medieval music store site. Entranced she scrolled slowly though the instruments, looking at each drum first, clicking on all the details, and finally choosing one she felt was just right. “This one. With the twelve-inch drumsticks.”
Jairus took the phone and wrote down the details in a notepad she hadn’t noticed him holding until then. “Now a lute.”
Damask sighed happily and began looking through the lutes. There were far fewer of them and she didn’t want one with many courses as they were usually later instruments. She felt the fewer strings the better for her to learn to play, as well as the more time appropriate. “This one. And did he mention jingle bells?”
“They don’t cost much. Go for it,” said Grigori.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be playing these instruments. It’s very exciting.”
“We might be able to get a small band going if we can find a few other mu
sicians as well,” said Jairus still noting down her choices.
“That’s another one of Jairus’s jobs. He’s in charge of pulling this project together.”
“Really? Does that mean you won’t be sent away for a while?” She liked the idea of seeing him every day. Actually, she hated the idea he could be going away for weeks and might not even be back before her contract was over.
“Not quite. I’ll be going away on a short trip soon, then I’ll be home for a while.”
“A short trip doesn’t sound too bad. Will you tell us where?”
“I don’t know where. I don’t know anything about it yet.”
And he hadn’t answered her exact question. She wanted to know if he would tell her where he was going once he knew his destination. But she wasn’t going to worry about that now. The good news right now was that both her men would be around mostly for summer. Listen to her. “Both her men.” As if they were hers. But after last night she liked to think they were hers. She’d sure as hell given herself to them in the dungeon last night even if they hadn’t technically fucked and she hadn’t seen them fully naked yet. Yet. Oh hell yes she planned on seeing those cocks very soon.
“Come on. Let’s get some food. Your break will be over and we haven’t eaten yet,” said Jairus.
She told Henry, and then Piotr, what little she knew about the plan for a banquet-style meal, and Henry was sure some of his friends would like to help serve the guests. “A lot of them are jealous of me just working a couple of hours a day. They don’t want a full-time job, but they like the idea of being involved in the castle project in a small way. I’ll speak to Jairus,” he said.
Jairus had said they would go and look at the two rooms they’d be using for the banquets after she finished work, so Damask changed into old jeans and a T-shirt, wondering how dirty they might be. Both rooms were off the inner courtyard and closed with solid wooden doors but since there were no windows she’d never noticed them before.
“They used to be storerooms for the kitchen back in the olden days when the castle provided much of its own foodstuffs. Grain had to be harvested, milled, and stored all year so they needed a lot more storage space than they do now. Refrigeration has made a huge difference to our lives.”
Jairus unlocked one of the doors and left it wide open even though he turned the light on. She stepped inside and looked around. Without windows it was quite a dark room, but the electric light was strong enough and it was to be used in the middle of a summer’s day so it should be quite adequate. She supposed they could add a few standing lamps in the corners of the room for winter or nighttime if they needed to and put in a more powerful light bulbs.
Damask paced the length of the room. It was deceptive. It wasn’t all that wide, maybe eight feet, nine at the most, but it was maybe fifteen feet long. The walls, floor, and roof looked old. Maybe not medieval but quite old enough to please the guests. They didn’t seem badly dilapidated either, which was more good news. A bit battered here and there, but that just made them appear authentic.
“If the other room is the same as this we’ll fit twenty people around a long table here and the other twenty there without a problem. It looks good,” she said.
She waited while Jairus made some notes on his notepad, then took some pictures on his cell phone. Grigori was walking around the walls looking at the structure. She didn’t know much about construction but as far as she could tell from her inexperienced eyes, it was an excellent choice for their banquet.
They left that room and Jairus switched off the light, and locked the door, before opening the next door one with the same key. She supposed that, too, was logical since they’d both been storerooms.
As far as she could tell this room was exactly the same as the other one. But when they’d finished looking around, Grigori silently pulled the door shut behind them and locked it. She stared at him, then at a pile of things in one of the corners of the room. She’d assumed it was just stuff leftover from when the room was a storeroom but now she noticed the things on the floor looked very modern. In fact, they looked rather like an insulated sleeping mat and a pile of sleeping bags. There was also a bulging black bag. She pointed to it and said, “Pillows?”
“I always knew you were a smart woman.”
She didn’t tell him she hadn’t been smart enough to imagine they were going to get together in a storeroom though. Not that she was complaining. After last night she was more than ready to see more of them. And feel more of them. Taste more of them. Oh yeah. Last night’s orgasm had been the most powerful she’d ever had and she was confident they could do even better than that if they used their cocks instead of their mouths and hands.
“First, you need to get naked,” said Grigori.
“Oh no, I don’t. First you need to make the bed. I’m sure the stone of this floor is much too cold. I like the idea of that insulated sleeping mat.”
“Bossy subs get their asses spanked,” said Jairus.
“Not a problem. You can do that after the bed is made.”
Grigori laughed. Jairus tucked his notebook into the back pocket of his jeans and the two men set out the mat, then the double sleeping bag, zipping it open. They laid three pillows at the head and left a thick blanket ready to pull over themselves as well. Grigori unloaded some things from his pockets. Damask noted condoms and lube, and her pussy dripped cream. Were they going to fuck her ass as well as her cunt? She’d been touched there before, but never actually fucked in the ass. She really had been overprotected all her life. Her sexual experiences were much less than those of most women her age, she was sure. But she was more than happy to remedy her ignorance with these two men.
She’d known them such a short time. In many ways she hardly knew them at all. But instinctively she liked them and trusted them. To her, it spoke volumes that Piotr had entrusted her to their care, that Henry approved of them, and that their Alpha included them among his advisors. Then there was the way they’d treated her. Always courteous and considerate. Last night had been all about her, not about them in any way. It wasn’t until she woke this morning that she’d even remembered they’d had to have been aching to come themselves after bringing her to such a spectacular release. Yet there’d been no hint she should suck them off or touch them or anything. They’d focused on her. Made it all good for her. Well tonight she hoped they had as good orgasms as she did.
“Damask, you do understand that we both want you, don’t you?” asked Jairus.
“I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t after all this preparation.”
“Do you understand the concept of double penetration? With the shortage of female wolves, our pack mostly mates with two men and one woman these days. But we want to share you completely. Both of us deep inside you together. It’s the only way we can truly be a triad. We want to be completely united.” Grigori turned her so he was staring right into her eyes as he spoke.
“I understand the theory. I’ve never actually done it before.”
“That’s good. We’re proud to be your first ménage. What about anal sex? Have you tried that? Did you like it?” asked Jairus.
She turned slightly to look directly at him and was aware of her cheeks coloring in a blush. “I did tell you I was the most overprotected female ever born. No I haven’t.”
“It will be our privilege to teach you.”
“We’ll make sure you find it very good.”
“Tonight, you’ll experience the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” said Grigori.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Her panties were damp and her heart was pounding twice as fast as normal. Already her hands were sweaty and her legs felt a little wobbly at the thought of both men fucking her. It was definitely what she wanted, but she hadn’t expected it to happen right here, or even tonight. However, she certainly wasn’t going to complain.
“Undress and lie on the sleeping bags with us.” Damask heard a note in Jairus’s voice that indicated this time he wasn’t ask
ing her, he was ordering her. Although they were both Doms they hadn’t tried to Dominate her much as yet. But here and now she was ready for them to take control. More than ready. She welcomed it.
Quickly she crossed the room to the mat, standing between it and the wall to undress and then step onto the warm, soft bed. She sat down and turned to the men, eagerly waiting for them to join her. She was sure their bodies would be magnificent. The few touches and kisses they’d given her had left her with an impression of solid muscles and plenty of them. Soon she would touch and taste them for herself.
Instead of getting undressed themselves, both men were staring at her body. Is that normal? For men to stare like that? She supposed it was, otherwise men’s magazines wouldn’t be available everywhere men shopped. Then she wondered if they were disappointed her breasts weren’t bigger and her thighs smaller.
“The models in men’s magazines are Photoshopped to look perfect, you realize?” she said.
“Maybe to a human’s view of perfect, but I prefer women like you with curves, not bones sticking out everywhere,” said Jairus.
“Me too.”
She smiled. “I think that’s a compliment.”
“It is.”
“So are you both going to get undressed, or should I just get dressed again and go home?”
“Rush, rush, rush. In a minute,” said Grigori.
She was tempted to make another comment about catching a chill sitting around undressed, but just then they both began kicking off their shoes and unbuttoning their shirts, so she didn’t tease them anymore.
The chests she’d noticed so fleetingly the previous night in the dungeon looked just as impressive today. Grigori’s chest was tanned, although not as deep a brown as his forearms. He had black curly hair across the center of his chest and she longed to play with it. Jairus’s hair, skin, and eyes were all a lighter color than Grigori’s which was interesting because he was the one traveling out of the castle much of the time whereas Grigori’s job was indoors. Maybe he worked in a garden or something bare chested on weekends. She needed to ask both of them about their hobbies at some stage.