by Cara Adams
Chris took her hand and turned her to face the tent door, leading her inside to where Roland had built an improvised spanking bench. Chris stood her in front of it and then removed the blindfold.
Roland had followed them in and crawled to the back of the tent so he could watch her face before doing his next task, which was to help buckle her hands and feet into the restraints.
The place where Summer stood was the only place where a person could stand upright inside the tent, although even Summer’s neat dark head was brushing the roof. Chris was standing, but his knees were bent and his head touched the roof as well. The tent was really meant solely for sleeping in, but they’d adapted it for play as well as they could.
Roland held his breath as Summer blinked, opened her eyes, and gazed around. When she smiled, his heart rate slowed down from its racing pace, and he forced himself to uncross his toes.
“This all looks very dungeonesque. Well done,” she said.
Roland scrambled up onto all fours and went outside to light the small lamp, which was all they used. They left the light outside so it was filtered through the orange walls of the tent, casting many dips and shadows. But that was better than having it inside the tent, where all their actions would be visible through the walls to anyone passing by.
Roland had hung several old gray blankets over the inside tent walls, decorating them with fake cobwebs and had attached several lengths of old chain to the fabric as well. He’d also added pretend thick gray bars over the small tent window, and some ropes dangled from the top of the tent. Not that they’d risk attempting to use the tent to support anyone’s body weight, hence the spanking bench, which was also covered by a gray blanket.
“Lie on the spanking bench, sub. It’s time to warm your ass up so we are all ready to play.”
Summer jutted out her ass and planted her hands on her hips. “Well, Masters, that rather assumes I’m ready to play, doesn’t it?”
Roland grinned, glad he was behind her so she couldn’t see his face. He loved it when she teased them back. She was a vivacious, fun-loving woman, and really smart, able to yank their chain at times, but that was all good.
Chris bent down and picked up a flogger, which had been hidden under the spanking bench. Roland wiggled around so he could see both Summer’s and Chris’s faces. This was going to be exciting.
* * * *
Chris was struggling to keep his stern, Dom face from breaking into his delighted Chris face. He adored it when Summer played up to their teasing. He loved her so much and wanted to mate her so badly that it was hard to concentrate. Right now he’d expected to be warming her ass, preparing her for the first of what he hoped would be two or even three orgasms tonight, culminating in her agreeing to commit to being his and Roland’s partner forever. Instead, what he had was Summer being Summer, stirring the pot and playing by her own rules instead of by his preconceptions.
That was all good. She wouldn’t be the woman he loved if she didn’t surprise him now and again. He trailed the strands of the flogger over his arms, fondling them as if they were her breasts. He watched her tongue peek out from between her lips and knew she was imagining what the flogger would feel like on her naked skin. Excellent.
Chris inched toward her, bringing him right inside her personal zone. He was impressed that she made no attempt to back away from him, merely tilting her head a little so she could gaze into his face. He lifted the flogger up and trailed the strands down over her shoulders and across her breasts, keeping his touch so light she could barely feel it. He needed her to ache for more, to long for the touch of the flogger hard and fast, punishing her skin.
Once again he lifted his arm, trailing the strands around her side and over her hip. She closed her lips tightly together, and he knew he had her now. She wanted this as much as he and Roland did.
Roland moved behind her and pressed his body against her naked back. Then, without any forewarning, Roland slid his fingers deep into her cunt.
“Her mouth might spit lies, but her cunt speaks the truth. She’s wet. She wants us,” said Roland.
Chris nodded as slowly as he could, forcing himself not to gulp to swallow the saliva filling his mouth as he thought of Summer’s juicy, wet cunt. “Lie on the spanking bench, sub.”
She moved so slowly Chris wanted to scream. Also, she lifted her legs much higher than she needed to, to get on the bench. So he knew she was flaunting her wet pussy and her heavy, aroused breasts at him and Roland. But she did climb on the bench, and he and Roland tied the ropes there around her wrists and ankles.
Roland picked up the long end of one of the ropes and flicked it fast and hard over her legs, and then Chris methodically began flogging her ass. He wanted her so hot and needy it would never occur to her to refuse to mate them.
He knew his logic was wrong because mating had to be consensual. No mating was legal otherwise, but he couldn’t stop thinking that if he punished her right, aroused her to screaming point, she’d say yes to them both.
Chris interspersed heavy strokes on her ass and thighs with lighter ones on her shoulders and even lighter ones again on her sides and upper arms. His aim was to keep her on edge, unable to predict where he’d punish her next and what the flogging would feel like.
Twice Roland stepped forward and used the rope on Summer for an added distraction. And then Roland quietly left the tent. Outside there was a cooler with a thick chunk of ice in it, a large container of ice water, and several long tapers. Roland brought the cooler inside the tent first, and then he lit the tapers from the lamp outside and dropped the door closed behind him again.
As he flogged Summer, Chris kept flicking glances outside the tent to make sure he was keeping pace with Roland. It was vital she not be prepared for what happened next.
Roland handed him the tapers and opened the cooler, taking out the ice. He rubbed the ice up and down Summer’s back and then let it sit on her ass for several long seconds.
Chris couldn’t help the grin that split his face when her whole body jerked from the change in temperature. Roland rubbed the ice over her skin again twice more and then stepped back as Chris held the first candle high above her back and then carefully dripped the wax onto her skin. He hoped she wouldn’t flinch too much or she risked spoiling his artwork.
Fortunately all she did was try to turn her head, but Roland was right there to prevent her.
Chris swapped the taper he’d used into his other hand and carefully drew on her back with the second candle and then swapped them over a third time. As he finished, Roland hurried around to her side and took several pictures with his cell phone.
Both men kneeled in front of Summer, and Roland showed her the pictures of her back. Written in thick candle wax on her pale skin was “We Love You.”
“We love you, Summer. Mate us please,” Chris said.
“Stay here in Roxburgh with us, and together we can make you a wonderful future. We’ll never stop loving you,” added Roland.
Chris was surprised to see tears in the corners of her eyes as she tilted her head back to look at them both.
“I love you, too, and I will mate you, but I hadn’t exactly planned to have it tattooed on my back for the entire world to see.”
“You can always wear a shirt,” teased Roland.
“It’s only candle wax. The most you’ll have is a faint burn that’ll disappear in a few days,” explained Chris. Surely she knew he’d never do anything without her consent? And then he saw her grin peeking out. Dammit, she was teasing them right back.
“I love you, woman, you damn contrary tease.”
He kissed her lips, having to twist his head on a crazy angle to do it. Roland lay down on the floor to kiss her, which actually made more sense than what he’d done.
Together they untied her, and he rubbed the ice over her back again so they could peel the wax off her, and then they washed her back in ice-cold water. Once she was dry, they disassembled the spanking bench and put the pieces against
the side of the tent, undressed, and pulled Summer down into a nest of blankets.
“You were serious, weren’t you? You will mate us?” he asked her.
“Yes I will.”
“Tonight? Now?” asked Roland.
Chris hurried to explain. “If we mate right now, as soon as Reuben and James get back from Ohio, we can go visit Alpha Wolfric and join his pack officially. Then we could say the vows in front of him, if you wish.”
Summer smiled. “I’d like that. The people here in Roxburgh will be my new family, and it’ll be nice to say the vows in front of the Alpha as well.”
“Even though there won’t be a big party like Jaz and Indigo had?” asked Chris.
He knew she wasn’t selfish, but he also knew that women liked pretty things and parties.
“No, that was the beginning. That was when I decided to come here. By saying the vows in front of the Alpha, that completes the circle. I like that idea. But I also like the idea of being fucked right now. You got me all warmed up, and it seems a shame to waste it.”
* * * *
Summer lay back on the pile of blankets more content than she’d been in a long time. It hadn’t taken her all this time to know she was in love with them. It’d started slowly, with her enjoying their company, but she’d known for at least a week that she couldn’t bear the thought of going back to Wetherby and never seeing them again. They’d become a part of her, just as this whole community had done.
She was excited about the potential for the future here. Roxburgh was new and full of hope for so many possibilities that lay ahead of them. She wanted to be here, working beside Roland and Chris as they built the store and spread their wings and stepped out into a whole new future. Sitting in a house at Wetherby on her computer all day couldn’t compare with being here, although to earn money, likely part of each day would involve her working for a living on the computer. But the purpose was very different.
Meanwhile she was quite serious about needing her men inside her pumping fast and hard to bring her to a climax. Damn, that trick with the wax had surprised her. She’d never imagined such a thing, but it was a wonderfully romantic gesture, and she was indebted to them both for thinking of it. That would be a very special memory of tonight. Although adding a couple of orgasms to the memory would be even better.
She lifted her legs over her own shoulders and tilted her ass up into the air. “So, am I going to get any action here?” she asked.
Chris slapped her ass, and Roland held up some lube. “We’re working on it. Don’t rush us.”
She grinned at them, and then Chris took the lube and began massaging around her back door, loosening up her tight muscles and slathering the lube inside to soften the tissues of her channel.
Meanwhile Roland pushed his head up between her arms and sucked on the nipple clips. He gave her the tiny box to hold as he licked and sucked at her nipples, pulling on the clamps and even biting the flesh held tightly in the grip of the jewelry. Sometimes it hurt, but it was incredibly carnal as well. Summer felt her cream dripping out of her pussy and running down her ass crack. She pushed her breasts up into Roland’s mouth, but he deliberately lifted his face off her skin and kissed her nose instead.
She pushed her butt back onto Chris’s fingers, liking that he had them deep inside her channel, twisting and turning them as he rubbed the lube into her walls. His other hand sometimes petted the skin of her inner thighs, and sometimes he let his fingers trail over her side and tease the soft skin there.
Neither man was properly in her reach, but she did manage to grab hold of Roland’s short brown hair and try to direct his mouth where she wanted it. Not that he cooperated very well, preferring to tease her.
“You know we fuck bareback to mate, don’t you?” asked Chris.
“Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She was so ready for them both, so aroused, so needy. Her entire body was aflame with desire, and she was holding onto her ability to think by a mere thread.
“Hurry up. I need you.”
She didn’t know whether it was her words, or if they were both ready, but Roland finally removed the jewelry and put it back in the little box, giving her nipples one long last suck each before lying on his back while he and Chris guided her over his body.
She wanted to tease some more. To make them wait the way they’d made her wait. But she couldn’t. She placed Roland’s big, thick cock at her pussy entry and held him there for a single heartbeat before lowering her body over him and relishing the way he stretched her cunt wide open.
Chris pushed her down hard onto Roland’s delightfully muscled chest, and Roland wrapped his arms around her, keeping her torso pressed tightly against his. Chris opened her ass cheeks wide and rested his cock at her back door. He pushed hard, and the cock passed the tight muscle ring and then drove inside her, burning against her walls as he slid deeper and deeper.
As always, Summer was breathless with the intense feeling of possession. She was stretched wide, filled beyond full and simultaneously desperate for more. It took a few moments to remember they weren’t wearing condoms, and that was sexy, too, the thought that this time they truly were skin-to-skin inside and out.
Instead of moving slowly and gradually cranking up the speed and passion, Chris and Roland started pumping into her so fast and hard that Summer was breathless in a nanosecond. She gripped Roland’s shoulders and wrapped her feet around Chris’s legs, and then she couldn’t think to do anything more except revel in the way the men slammed in and out of her, filling and emptying her cunt and ass with dizzying speed and power.
I guess they’re as eager to mate as I am. But it also proves how caring and thoughtful they always are of me because, normally, they build up so slowly to ensure I’m totally ready. This time we’re well and truly ready. Ready to explode!
Summer’s orgasm blasted through her body, and her mouth opened. Instead of screaming her release and waking everyone in the community, she sucked a mouthful of Roland’s shoulder and dug her fangs into him, biting him as she came.
She licked the wound and pulled Chris’s shoulder closer to her and bit into him as well. As she did, her cunt and ass were flooded with burning hot cum. She pressed her lips to Chris’s shoulder as a second orgasm raced through her body, and two hot mouths sucked her neck while two sets of fangs pierced her skin.
Her orgasm rolled though her again and again as she shook in release, no longer sure whether or not it was her second orgasm revitalizing or her third beginning. Either way her body was filled with heat and love for these two men. Her mates. Hers forever now.
Eventually Chris and Roland settled the three of them on their sides and pulled the blanket up.
“Thank you for tonight. I love you both so much,” she whispered, snuggling down between them.
“You’re very special to us,” said Chris, stroking her hair while Roland dropped a kiss on her nose.
Just then she heard a vehicle approaching the community. Her eyes snapped open as Chris and Roland scrabbled for their jeans, dragging them on and stepping out of the tent.
Summer kept the blanket pulled up to her neck and listened. She heard Reuben speak and then James and finally a woman.
Wow. Not only were Reuben and James back, but they’d also brought guests. It looked as though the American First Seeds Project had accepted Roxburgh. She lay back down smiling. Awesome. Almost as awesome as having her very own mates, Chris and Roland.
THE END
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Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.
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