by Cara Adams
JB was almost jumping with nerves now. Omar could see his cock standing straight up, cum already glistening on the head. Ramona was also quivering slightly. Either she’d worked out what the finger would be used for or she was reflecting JB’s excitement. Omar thought she’d likely joined the dots. She was a mighty smart woman, and the ginger was now looking quite like a butt plug. Of course, she’d have no idea how it would feel inside her ass, the way it would heat, and burn, and drive her crazy. That would be his little surprise for her.
Having finished preparing the roots, Omar collected a cup of ice water from the refrigerator and placed it beside the ginger on the kitchen counter.
“Later, you will both need to choose your permanent safe words to use when we play a scene. A word that will stop the action instantly. Ramona, once you say the word you can’t unsay it. The scene stops and can’t be restarted. The word you choose is very important as it mustn’t be a word you might use in regular conversation as we enact the scene. So, for tonight, the safe word is ‘birthday.’ If you want to stop playing, all you have to do is say ‘birthday.’ Remember what I said. Once you say the word it can’t be unsaid. The game has stopped and will not be restarted. Do you understand, Ramona?”
“Yes. If I want to stop, I say ‘birthday.’ If I use the word, there’s no changing my mind.”
“JB?”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
“Good. Go to the bedroom, both of you, and lie on your fronts.”
Omar had one more thing to collect. A clock. The effect of the gingerroot only lasted about twenty minutes then wore off quite quickly. He wanted them to be able to see the clock, so when the sensation was growing, burning, they’d know more was yet to come or that the party was almost over. The clock should heighten the effect of the root, making their minds, imaginations, and thoughts a part of the scene as well.
Omar grabbed the pillows off the bed, pushing one under the face of each of his subs so their chins rested on it and they could lift their heads enough to see the clock he placed against the headboard of the bed. Then he collected two more pillows and used then to raise their hips and butt into the air, to make inserting the gingerroot easier.
He dipped one root into the ice water then thrust it gently at JB’s anus, holding his ass cheeks apart with one hand. The tiny hole shivered and opened a little, so Omar pressed harder. It was quite difficult to get the pressure exactly right. Not enough and the muscles wouldn’t open. Too much and the root might break.
He withdrew the root and dipped it into the ice water again then once more held it at JB’s entry, wiggling it a little to encourage him to open up. This time JB groaned and the tip of the finger slid in. Omar exerted a small amount of gentle pressure and it went in farther, then the rest of the way. He stopped at the concavity he’d made, leaving enough so that he could pull it out when the effect wore off. He really didn’t think this sub would use the safe word to stop the session. Already he was getting to know JB, to know what he liked, what aroused him. The human was actually a strong man mentally as well as physically. Omar was certain JB would enjoy the scene, play it out fully, revel in the pleasure/pain.
Omar watched with delight as JB’s ass clenched tightly around the gingerroot. Of course, it’d take a few moments before the juices began seeping out of it and there was any effect to feel, but it was more than evident JB was anticipating the next step very much.
Now for Ramona. Her first time. He’d need to be especially gentle, but watching her would be exquisite pleasure. Omar dipped the second root in the ice water and pressed it gently at her rear entry. Her ass was already twitchy with excitement, but the muscles hadn’t opened yet, so he wet it again and pressed a little harder. He had to try a third time before the head of the root slid inside. Ramona gasped, but it would be from the ice water, not from anything else yet. Carefully he pushed the root until the ridge was resting against her entry and stepped back. He stood at the foot of the bed and waited. Soon, the juice from the ginger would begin filtering into their bodies.
“I’m sure JB already knows, but let me explain to you both what is happening. At first there’ll be just a faint warmth from the gingerroot inside you, as the juice seeps out into your tissues. Then will come heat, and finally a crescendo of burning, before it dies away to nothing. The process takes approximately twenty minutes, and you can time it on the clock I’ve placed ready for you. If at any point you want to stop the session, all you have to say is ‘birthday.’ Are you all right, JB?”
“Oh, yes, Master.”
“Ramona?”
“Yes, Master.”
Ramona was still unknowing of what would happen. He couldn’t wait to see her expression as the ginger started to drip into her tissues, so deep inside her, where she had no control of it. Even if he pulled the root out, it would take a few minutes for the burning to stop. But he was hoping not to have to do that. He wanted them both to follow the entire scene through. If they coped well with this, next time he’d insert it both front and back. He wondered if JB had experienced that yet. Front and back was quite challenging, involving a slice of the root inserted in the urethra for a man and in the cunt for a woman. Some Masters even rested another slice on the woman’s clit. The arousal with the root only in the ass was powerful. When it was front and back it could be too much for some subs. He was content with the way he’d planned this, but if it went well, he’d definitely try both later.
Ah. It was taking effect now. JB was wiggling again, and Ramona had lifted her head, an arrested look on her face. He couldn’t wait to see her response as it started to burn. She should be intensely aroused, very easy to grant an orgasm to then.
First, JB’s skin started to flush, then sweat broke out along his shoulders. He was no longer wiggling but lying pressed into the mattress. Omar assumed his sub was torn between the arousal and the burn at this stage.
Ramona’s skin was also flushed, her face red. Neither of them said anything though, so gently Omar stroked his hand across their shoulders, first Ramona’s, then JB’s, letting them know he was there, watching out for them.
Some subs found the intense heat inside them hard to take. But it was a good burn. Pain, of course, but inextricably mingled with equally extreme pleasure. The type of heat that aroused the recipient unbearably, rather than one which caused fear.
Omar stepped back to the foot of the bed again and watched his two subs. Ramona had been scraping herself up and down on the mattress, but she seemed to have recognized the fact that JB was now lying very still and copied him. It didn’t matter whether they were moving or not, the ginger juice was now absorbed into their tissues and would burn itself out. Time to increase the mental pressure.
“JB, would you like an orgasm? Is your dick so hard it hurts? Wouldn’t you like to shove it deep into Ramona and come?”
“Yes, Master, oh yes, please.”
“What about you, Ramona? Would you like an orgasm, too? Are your nipples hot and hard? Is your clit engorged? Does your cunt feel empty and needy? Would you like JB to plunge deep inside you and fill you up?”
“Yes, Master, I would.”
“JB, what if I said you have to take her in the ass? I’ll pull out the gingerroot, and you have to thrust your dick in there where the ginger juice will still be on her tissues.”
“I…uh…” Omar watched as JB looked at the clock, with more than five minutes of the original twenty remaining, then wrestled with the proposition. “Yes, Master. I’d still like to fuck her.”
“Good answer. Your climax should be explosive.”
Omar pulled the ginger out of Ramona’s ass, rinsed it in the cup of ice water, which was no longer icy, then took the knife he’d brought with him and cut a slice from the center of the root, where it would still be quite hot and juicy. He removed the handcuffs from both of them and nodded at JB.
Cautiously JB pressed his cock at her rear entry, but even though she hadn’t been stretched by fingers or lubed at all, he
r tissues were so hot and wet from the figging, his cock popped in easily.
“Lift up onto your hands and knees, Ramona,” he ordered.
Once she obeyed him, he took the slice of ginger and pushed it deep into her cunt. It wouldn’t have a lot of power left in it, but there should be enough to let her experience some of what JB was feeling, with his own ginger still in his ass and his cock in her ass, which so recently had been filled with ginger.
Like an obedient sub, JB was waiting for permission to begin thrusting inside Ramona. His face was flushed. In fact his entire body was pink and sweaty. Omar knew it wasn’t just from the figging but also from his desperate need to slam into the woman and bring them both to release.
Omar made him wait just a few moments longer. He wanted to be sure JB’s dick had soaked in some of the ginger juice so it was burning as Ramona’s cunt would be burning. Then he nodded and said, “Proceed, subs.”
Immediately JB pulled out, gripped her hips tightly, and began slamming into her. Omar watched their bodies move in a fast and furious rhythm, fascinated by the way her breasts bounced under her body. He lay beside them then slid under her just enough to take first one breast, then the other, in his mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples then pulling the sweetly sweaty flesh deep into his mouth. Gods, she tasted wonderful. Tangy and salty and all woman. Her breasts were just the perfect size for his hands and mouth, and she was so beautiful, aroused like this. Her eyes sparkled and gleamed, her skin was pink, and she hissed on the in- and outstrokes. With a breast still in his mouth, he reached down to stroke her clit then pushed his fingers into her cunt, moving the slice of ginger around inside her.
Ramona gave a quiet little wail but still thrust her body up onto his fingers then back onto JB’s cock.
“You’re the perfect submissive, my dear. You want more and more of the burn that arouses you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed.
Careful not to push the slice of ginger too far inside her, he played with her clit, her pussy, and her breasts. She was so responsive and delightful in his hands. She was truly a treasure, and he loved her for that as well as for her acceptance of their relationship.
He hated believing it but had to admit the human, too, was a perfect fit for their little family. JB was a true submissive and a genuinely likable person but most importantly a human who would not challenge him in the pack or the bedroom. Omar found himself liking the man, accepting him, and no longer wishing he’d go away.
Omar glanced at the clock. The effects of the ginger would be fading now. He slid out from underneath Ramona, pulling the strip of ginger from her cunt. JB was pumping hard and both of them were making soft noises, so their climax was near. His own dick was full to bursting, too. Watching Ramona’s face, he tugged on his cock, giving his hand a little twist at the end of each stroke. He loved her so much. His life’s work would be to protect her and keep her content and, yes, to care for JB as well.
Cum burst from his cock as he understood how far he’d progressed in this relationship. Just then, the couple on the bed sagged back onto the mattress, having reached their own climaxes. Carefully, he moved around the bed and took the ginger out of JB’s ass. It’d certainly served its purpose. Already they’d proven themselves amazing submissives, just right for him.
* * * *
Just for once Ramona wasn’t so exhausted after sex that she couldn’t move. This time she was first in the shower, then the one who changed the bed linens and removed the clock and used ginger.
“What about the rest of the hand of ginger?” she asked Omar, wondering if they were going to do that again soon. Well, not too soon. It was scary how much it’d burned inside her, but it was an amazing experience and one she’d be happy to repeat in a little while, although she wasn’t sure she wanted it in her cunt and her ass together at the most powerful stage.
“It can be used for cooking, but now it’s cut it will have lost its extreme power,” said Omar.
“Ginger prawns with spicy noodles?” asked Javier hopefully.
“Nah, gingerbread,” replied Omar.
“Or maybe both.” She laughed.
She enjoyed the way both men were becoming less wary around each other, talking as companions, equals almost, when they were relaxed. At first she’d been really concerned Omar would renege on his promise to share her, but then she realized a Dom would never do that. A Dom would keep his bargain no matter how much it grieved him to do so. But still, this easy camaraderie building between them as a threesome was truly wonderful and better than anything she’d imagined. Life with both men was a dream come true, although they still had so much to learn about each other.
“Javier, how is Gaynor’s house coming along? I wanted to walk over there and look then thought likely I shouldn’t do that without permission. How much space should we keep around someone’s private area?”
“Hang on, let me answer one question before you hit me with the second one. The externals are all done. Plumbing and electricity is in. The deck isn’t up yet, and they’ll do their own internal painting and external landscaping later of course. Likely a couple more weeks for fit out, closets, stove, and so on, then it’ll be done. They’ll be painting the bedrooms and installing the deck while we finish off the kitchen. Most of it’s in kit form, but it still takes a fair bit of installation. But that’s better than having to build it ourselves. Much faster and guaranteed to blend in okay.”
“Besides, you’ve done it all before, haven’t you, with the emergency housing for the panthers,” added Omar.
“Not quite. The emergency housing is the modules straight off the truck. No cut and paste involved. But you’re right in that the second time around is easier. I’ve started to see the way the designers thought, and reading the plans is a lot simpler. By the time we do our house it’ll be a piece of cake.”
Ramona laughed. She did love the way these little hints of Javier’s personality shone through. He was such a talented builder and such a warm and loving person. It was a real shame he hid himself away so much.
“What about the fence? Some of the men said it’s going up pretty fast,” said Omar.
“Yes, thanks for the men you sent. I’ve had them digging post holes ahead of the building line, so that’s sped things up. My men can keep assembling the fence without having to stop and dig all the time. I’m hoping to get two more men to come along behind the team and roll the barbed wire over the top spikes. It’s an easy enough job, if you aren’t afraid of heights.”
“I might talk to Sam about releasing a few more men then. He’s so paranoid about anything happening to Leticia, he may agree to let a couple more panthers help out. They aren’t really needed around the main building. There’s plenty of humans to sound a warning if anything goes wrong,” said Omar.
“Sam’s really terrified, isn’t he? I don’t understand why he’s panicking so much. Leticia is safer here than she would be anywhere else, and she’s old enough to marry. I mean, if push came to shove, even Serena and Verity could marry. They’re very nearly twenty-one now, and Leticia is twenty-two,” said Ramona.
“Serena and Verity? They’re the cougars?” asked JB.
“Yes, they’re full-blood cougars, and Leticia is a full-blood panther. Autumn is only half-panther, so she’s probably safe, although the pack is still watching out for her, too. I don’t know how desperate the rogue panthers are.”
“If they want to build a dynasty, they need full-bloods, and Leticia is the only available panther. I can understand Sam’s concern. But I think they’re more after marriage and families, myself. They could have really hurt you when they grabbed you, Ramona, but instead they ran away. I mean, it would have been much easier for them to knock you unconscious and just carry you away. The fact that they didn’t do that indicates to me they want consensual relationships. Or, perhaps more accurately, consensual within their tribe,” said Omar.
“Actually, that’s what I thought, and that’s the w
ay life is for many women in a small pack anyway. You can choose whoever you like inside the pack. Or perhaps whoever you dislike least. So it’s still a choice. It’s not like the pack Alpha just claims all the females as his or something. Although I’m guessing that someone will have to mate with the Alpha, otherwise why would he go to all this trouble?” asked Ramona.
“Once before you said only if it’s a consensual relationship will there be children, Ramona. How does that work?” asked Javier.
Ramona smiled at him. Trust him to go back and want the missing details filled in. “A shifter female is only fertile for a short time each year. If there’s not enough food or not a peaceful environment, she doesn’t come into season. That’s nature’s way of not giving her a bunch of babies in the middle of a bad drought or something like that. It doesn’t mean she’ll never have a child of rape, but it does mean she’s unlikely to conceive in a bad situation, such as having been abducted. If she’s torn away from her own pack, she couldn’t raise a cub by herself, so most likely won’t come into season.”
“Which brings us back to Sam overreacting about Leticia then,” said Javier.
“Exactly. I’m beginning to think he’s lost the plot. He’s not paying attention to the needs of the pack because he’s totally focused on his daughter, and she doesn’t need him at her side 24/7. As long as she stays inside this community, with a group of people, away from the gate and the boundaries, she’s very safe indeed,” said Ramona.
“So the pack is turning to Omar to lead them. Will there be a coup?” asked Javier.
Ramona grinned. In the old days, bloodletting and fights to the death had happened. These days, they were far more civilized and fought with words and democratic elections. Nevertheless she let Omar answer.
“Anything is possible, but I’m not expecting that. I anticipate a pack meeting, with Sam being asked to step down. Then there’ll be an election, and several people may be nominated. I’m not the only one capable of leading the pack.”