by Cara Adams
“When we bite you, our fangs will slice into your flesh, and you’ll come again, harder than you just did, with the rush of adrenaline from feeling our fangs on your neck,” added Nahum.
“That all sounds very erotic, and I’m ready to sign up for that part of it, but what about the practicalities of the relationship? Do I move into the warehouse with you? Do you move in with Mom and me and commute to work? I’m supposed to be gradually taking over the management of the family farm and money. Mom’s ready to retire, but we’re doing it all very slowly. However, I need to be in contact with her and the people who work for her all the time,” said Judith.
Nahum had forgotten about that. He’d not paid any attention at all to her need to work. Although… “Obviously you need Internet and cell phone access to the people who work for your mom and to your mom, but how often do you need face-to-face meetings? When you were in Michigan, you must have managed by telecommuting,” he said.
“Mostly telecommuting is perfect. As I take control of more aspects of the business, there’ll be paperwork to sign, and I might need to attend some meetings, but mostly, I can work from anywhere, such as the panther headquarters. But I do need to the time and space to do the work.”
“That’s not a problem. Your time is your own. We aren’t looking for a slave—except in the dungeon. We want a mate to share every aspect of our lives,” said Nelson.
“Plus, we understand that nine to five might not work for you. We can adjust if you need weekend, afternoon, or evening meetings. Nelson and Nahum have to work odd shifts at times as well, although my own job is generally eight to five,” added Naftali.
Their food arrived, and they ate, although Nahum didn’t notice what he was eating, even though he’d chosen it especially. His gaze was fixed on Judi. She hadn’t actually said yes to mating them, but she’d sure as hell led them to believe she would agree. If not immediately, then without too long a delay. He could live with that. But right now he wanted to get her in the dungeon and play a proper scene with her. One that would push her to her limits and send her screaming into release.
Chapter Eight
Judi was so aroused and so ready to be fucked she had to keep her legs pressed tightly together so her cunt cream didn’t get on her dress. She’d done as they suggested and had no bra and no panties on. She had pasties on her nipples because she didn’t want every man in the BDSM club knowing she was braless. But there was nothing under her dress except her skin, and her skin craved their touch.
Since they hadn’t suggested she move into the dungeon, Judith decided to give them a hint. She set her fork down and blotted her lips on her napkin with one hand. Her other hand was under the table, and she rested it lightly on Naftali’s thigh then stroked his cock, as firmly but as teasingly as she could manage over the heavy denim of his jeans.
He placed his hand over hers, trapping it there, so without looking at him, she scraped her fingernails up and down over the hard ridge.
He picked her hand up and laid it on the table, keeping it enclosed in his. Without wasting any time, she used her other hand to stroke the side of Nahum’s face. As he turned to her, she reached down, unzipped his jeans, and stroked his cock, just as she’d done to his cheek. He hardened and grew under her hands.
Across the table from them, Nelson smiled and said, “I think it might be time to move this party to the dungeon.”
“Hell yes. I thought you’d never ask,” she said.
“We thought you’d want to see the stage show,” said Nahum. Both his hands were under the table so she guessed he was zipping himself back up. It’d been easy to unzip him because he wasn’t expecting it.
“We can watch the show another time,” she said, placating him.
The men guided her out of the restaurant and down the stairs into a hallway. Nelson used a keycard to open one of the dungeons for them, and they took her inside. Judith looked around, excited to see it. It was a very dungeonesque room with a black ceiling, dark gray walls, and a tile floor. Her fuck-me shoes echoed on the floor and reminded her to step carefully. She hadn’t worn such shoes very often over the past few years, and she needed to remember she was a little out of practice at dealing with such high heels.
The door closed behind her, and all three men lined up in front of her. Damn they were sexy. Three large, solid men with curly, black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin. Three sets of broad shoulders, six muscular arms, and six equally muscular thighs. She couldn’t wait to see them all naked again, have them all touching her again, fucking her again. Hell yes.
“In this dungeon we are your Masters, and you are our slave. What is your safe word, slave?” asked Naftali.
Damn. She hadn’t thought of that. Judith glanced down at her red, fuck-me shoes with their six-inch heels. “Red.”
“The traffic light system? Very well. You may only speak to answer a direct question from one of your Masters or to call your safe word. Do you understand?” asked Nelson.
She hadn’t been thinking of the traffic light system at all, but she could work with that plan. “Yes, Master.”
“Undress us. Arouse us. Flaunt your body to entice us,” ordered Nahum.
Judging by the three very obvious cocks pressing against the three sets of jeans, they didn’t need a lot of help to be ready, but Judi was more than prepared to get them naked and touch their delicious, hard bodies. So she danced her way up and down the row of men and then around behind them, petting shoulders, hips, backs, asses as she passed by but never stopping on her dance. On her next pass, she slowed enough to undo each belt buckle, and on the one after that, she slid all three zippers down. Then, from behind them, she tugged on each pair of jeans until they slid down each set of tanned legs.
Nahum had blue boxers on, but both Nelson and Naftali were wearing briefs. Nelson’s were black and Naftali’s red. She liked that they all displayed their individuality in such choices. The twins might be identical, but they were separate people as well, just as Naftali was.
Judith left them there with their jeans around their ankles and danced some more, wiggling her ass and bending over so they would get a glimpse of her breasts and her thighs, but hopefully not see enough to realize she was naked underneath the dress yet, just as they’d suggested. She wanted to keep that as her surprise for them later.
Next she unbuttoned Naftali’s shirt and pushed it down his arms and pulled Nelson’s T-shirt off. Nahum’s shirt was next, and then she was done. She stopped and waited for more instructions.
“Now we get to undress you,” said Naftali, pulling his boots off, so he could step out of his jeans.
She was fine with that. The more she saw of these men, the more she wanted them. When they’d mentioned biting her, her cunt had clenched with passion. She was definitely ready to experience that part of the action.
Once again they surrounded her, and Judi shivered. Damn she liked the feeling of having three hot, hard bodies encompassing her like that. It was so sexy. Not just the carnality of the naked skin and the aura of heat and possession they gave off, but simply their being with her, part of her life.
Nahum unzipped the dress, pulling it down her body as he did so. When the men saw the pasties on her nipples, they laughed and removed them, and then Nelson and Naftali were each sucking one of her breasts deep into their mouths. They sucked hard, drawing the nipple into a tight little point and taking the entire areola into their mouths as they sucked. Judith sighed with pleasure, gripping their hair with her hands and feeling her cunt cream dampen her thighs again.
A hard swat landed on her ass, startling her.
“Did we say you could touch us, slave?” thundered Nahum.
Well fuck. She hadn’t seen that coming. “No, Master.”
“No indeed. You must be punished,” he said.
Well, she was in a dungeon. She expected to be punished, so that was all good.
Nelson led her over to a St. Andrew’s Cross against the wall. She stood on the little steps wh
ile Nahum cuffed her ankles and Naftali handcuffed her wrists.
A soft, sweet kiss landed on her ass as Naftali said, “I like that you didn’t wear underwear. I like that you’re so hot and ready for us. Now we’re going to bring you to screaming heights you’ve never known before.”
Wanting to push them a little and knowing their panther hearing was acute, Judith whispered softly, “Good.”
As she’d expected, another hard swat landed on her ass. Then there was a sharp whoosh through the air, and a meaty smack landed on her ass. It stung a lot, and there was a line of fire where it had landed. Before Judith could get her breath back, the noises were repeated as a second and a third stroke landed on her ass.
Tears filled her eyes, partly with shock and partly with pain, as more and more strokes of the cane landed on her ass. Damn, it fucking hurt. But… The heat spread through her body, and her nipples hardened, and her cunt creamed as Judith realized she had no intention of stopping Naftali from punishing her by using her safe word. It still fucking hurt, but it hurt in a good way.
“This cane is made of natural kooboo rattan. It’s thirty-six inches long and a quarter-inch wide so very flexible,” added Naftali.
The cane made a slightly different sound and began landing on her ass in a different way. Once again the first strokes were sharp pain, but then the heat spread, and Judith relaxed into the punishment and the joy that came with the intense pain.
When Naftali stopped caning her, Judi opened her eyes. She wished she could wipe away the tears so the men wouldn’t find out she’d cried. She definitely didn’t want to stop them from punishing her in the future, even though it fucking hurt.
Nelson stroked across her back and shoulders with a feather duster, and she shivered at the contrast between his hard hand and the tickling feathers.
“These are ostrich feathers,” he whispered sexily as he flicked his tongue into her ear and then nipped the shell. That just made her shiver even more. The man was six feet of solid sex, and she wanted him—them—desperately already, even though she knew Nahum would get his turn with her first.
Nahum unshackled one foot and began running a pinwheel over her sole. Judith automatically curled her toes and tried to pull her foot away, and a flogger landed across her pussy lips, making her gasp. She twisted her neck as far as she could and saw Nahum’s stern face with her foot in one hand and both the pinwheel and the flogger in the other one.
“It’s just as well you didn’t run that pinwheel over my cunt,” she said.
“Is that a challenge? We panthers rise to challenges,” said Nelson.
“Hell no. I don’t want a row of holes in my clit thank you.”
“Maybe we should do it anyway to teach you to trust us. A slave needs to trust her Masters to know what is best always and under every circumstance,” said Naftali.
Judith shut her mouth tightly and kept it shut. She did trust them. They’d always been nothing but honorable and helpful. But that didn’t mean she wanted a pinwheel running over her pussy any time soon.
Nahum ran the pinwheel up and down her spine, making her shiver with lust, and then he flogged her shoulders, letting the strands just flick over the sides of her breasts. Once again, desire filled her, and Judith knew she was more than ready to be fucked. She was almost grinding her teeth to prevent herself from speaking again.
Fortunately for her sanity, and her dental health, Naftali began dripping cool gel inside her ass. At last. They’re getting ready to fuck me.
Her ass was very hot and sore. Even Naftali touching it hurt a little, but she knew he’d be gentle, and his fingers massaging the soothing gel inside it around the walls of her channel was so arousing she no longer cared. She just wanted a cock in there instead of fingers.
Judith pushed back onto Naftali’s hand, not caring if he did spank her for doing so. Instead, Nelson and Nahum stood on either side of her and began petting and stroking her skin, forcing their hands between her body and the cross to tease her nipples and scrape their fingernails across her belly.
Once again, she had to slam her mouth closed so as not to beg them to start fucking her already.
Finally, Naftali stopped touching her, and Nahum and Nelson unshackled her from the cross and turned her around to face them.
“The dungeon scene is over now,” said Naftali. “We love you very much and want to be with you always, Judith. All of us are of one heart and mind that you are the only woman for us.”
To her surprise, all three men kneeled at her feet and said, “Please mate us. We love you very much.”
“You can answer this question freely. We want to fuck you bareback right now and mate you. Can we?” asked Nelson.
“Yes. I want that as well.”
“You remember a mating is for life. We are committing to be your mates forever,” said Nahum.
“I know. That’s what I want.”
Nelson picked her up and carried her in his arms, gently kissing her nose and eyelids as he did so. Naftali opened a door in the wall and led the way into a bedroom with a mirrored ceiling. Nahum raced ahead and pulled the bedding to the floor, and once again, Judi stared. The sheets were red silk, like the ones that had come with her bed. “Oh wow. These sheets must have been made by the same people who made mine at the farm.”
“I asked for red silk ones. I wanted you to feel at home with us,” said Nelson.
“That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. Thank you.” It proved that he had been listening and remembered a casual remark she’d made the first time she took them into her room. To her, it proved unequivocally that these men truly cared about her.
Nelson lay on his back and pulled her over his body. “Take me deep inside you. Welcome me into your body where I belong.”
Judi couldn’t go slowly. She wanted these men so much that she ached to be filled by them. All of them, and for always.
She held his cock at her cunt and slid over him, slamming her body down on his, letting his thick cock push its way down her channel, filling her cunt completely and finally easing its aching emptiness.
Then Naftali’s hot body rested over her back, his big, hard hands holding her ass cheeks apart as he inched his way inside her. Her ass was still very hot and tender, but Naftali’s cock was everything she wanted. She needed him to be inside her just as his brother was. Needed all three of them, right now, and forever more.
It seemed to take forever for Naftali to wiggle, inch, and rock his way deeper and deeper into her ass until his balls rested against her soft flesh and he gripped her hips, lifting off her back a little way.
At last it was Nahum’s turn. Judith didn’t think she’d ever be fully complete without all three of them inside her simultaneously. But right now, she couldn’t see how this would work, as he kneeled over her head. She was facing down, not up, and she already had a man above her and a man below her. And then Nelson and Naftali held her between them and rolled over so Naftali was on the bottom and she was facing up.
Nahum kneeled with his legs wide apart and placed his cock at her lips. Naftali balanced on his forearms, and Nelson lay flat until Nahum’s cock was in her mouth, and then all three began pulling out and pushing in together.
They’d told her the truth. It did feel so much better without a condom between them and her. She supposed she should have let them fuck bareback all along, but it was something she never did, even though she was on the Pill. But she trusted these men absolutely. They would never lie to her. She knew that. And the intense feeling of three cocks pumping in and out of her cunt, her ass, and her mouth all together was enough to almost make her come on the spot.
However, she refused to end the moment so soon. It’d taken a long time to get organized, and Judi wanted every moment to last as long as possible. She reveled in the slow, driving thrusts into her and the sensuous pulling out. She enjoyed the harsh pushes and the gentle pulls. She relished every stroke and did her very best to suck, lick, and nibble Nahum to bring him t
o orgasm with all of them. All four climaxing together was her goal, and she knew the men would like that, although they probably intended her to come first.
Before long Nelson and Naftali were slamming into her, driving her need so high Judith wanted to scream with the tension. Instead, she sucked Nahum deep down her throat and scraped her teeth over his cockhead as he pulled out again.
Still keeping in the same rhythm, Naftali and Nelson pumped harder into her, jack-hammering their cocks deep inside her, so deep that she struggled to concentrate on Nahum, her responsibility. She also tried to touch and pet the other men with her toes, and by rubbing her back and her nipples against their skin. She wanted to be an active participant with all three of them, not just with Nahum.
She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them before sucking him as deep as she could again, opening the back of her throat and swallowing him down.
As she did, she used her spare hand to pinch Nelson’s nipple and then hold onto Naftali’s thigh.
But she couldn’t concentrate anymore. The orgasm building inside her wouldn’t be denied. Judi managed one last deep suck of Nahum’s cock before she lost the ability to think. He was deep in her throat as she groaned and then screamed as her orgasm blasted through her body.
For the first time she didn’t have to be restrained and quiet as she climaxed, and Judith relaxed and screamed her release into the soundproof room. Nahum gasped as she did and quickly pulled his cock out so hot streams of cum could pour down her throat, making it sting from all the screaming, but she was too busy shaking with her orgasm to pay full attention.
Then Nelson and Naftali slammed into her again and filled her with their cum, her cunt and her ass also burning with their seed.
As she shook in release, Nahum sucked on her neck. There was a slice of pain, and then he was sucking again. Nelson and Naftali sucked on her shoulders now. Two, sharp shards of pain ran through her body, and her orgasm blasted harder, sending more aftershocks through her just as the men had foretold.