by Cara Adams
Tor had always held himself a bit aloof. She’d always wanted to believe it was just because he was the Dom, but somehow, deep in her heart, she’d wondered if, just as he’d brought the three of them together after he’d met her at that BDSM street party, one day he’d tear them apart.
Never in her wildest imaginings had she considered he was a shape-shifter. Hell, even when she’d seen the lion—puma—in the mall, she hadn’t thought it was anything other than a cat, even if it was a very big cat. Whatever. Shape-shifters being real had never occurred to her.
On and off all her life people had commented on her mother naming her Gaynor, which was Gaelic for “white.” Of course, as a baby her hair had been white, but realistically most white-haired babies had their hair go dark. Some ended up blonde but many others become brunette. However, her hair color had never changed. Was her mother psychic? Who knew? Not her. But was that why she felt more accepting of the fact Tor was a wolf and Ramona a puma? Had she inherited some sort of faint psychic acceptance from her mother? Shit, had she even been attracted to Tor because some psychic part of her recognized there was more to him than his human side? Surely not. It must be just one of those weird coincidences that happen in life.
Could she trust Tor again? Give him her complete and utter trust? If they did eventually bond there was no turning back. No equivalent of divorce. Bonding was for life. But Tor wasn’t asking for that yet. Just commitment. To move up to the next stage. To go forward instead of taking a step backward. Is that what she wanted? To move on? Or did she need time to herself to think things through, maybe to step back for some weeks or months?
“Oh, fuck. I don’t know.”
* * * *
Gaynor and Cameron were naked, standing in the center of the bedroom, facing each other, their toes not quite touching. Tor, wearing only the tiniest black leather thong, was pacing around the room cracking his cat-o’-nine-tails like a bullwhip at irregular intervals, making Gaynor’s pussy cream. She loved that flogger. It was the one with the handle that was a dildo. Besides, the last time he’d brought it into the dungeon he hadn’t even used it. Of course, that was the night he’d also brought in the nipple clamps and she’d had so many orgasms she’d lost count. But still, she did like that particular flogger.
Gaynor was relieved Tor had told them to come to the dungeon to play a scene. Only here could she forget all her worries, all the tension, and relax knowing Tor was totally in control once again and he would ensure she reached extreme pleasure. Here in the routines of a BDSM scene she was completely happy and fulfilled. Yeah, sure, the problems outside in their day-to-day lives hadn’t been solved, maybe never would be solved. But now, for the next little while, everything would be exactly as it should be. And hopefully tomorrow her mind would be clearer and she would be better able to make the decisions she needed to make.
Round and round the room Tor paced. Gaynor tracked him with her gaze as much as she could, but she and Cameron had been forbidden to move, which also meant not turning her head to watch when he was no longer in her line of sight. She knew why Tor gave them that instruction. It added to the sexual excitement, not knowing where he was or what he was looking at.
The whip cracked again, and this time it was across Gaynor’s ass. The tails bit like fire on her pale skin, and all her muscles clenched in response, then she relaxed. A moment after the burn came the thrill of having been touched. This time there was no advance warning of noise. Twice, three times, four times, the whip lashed across her skin. Over her ass again, across her shoulder blades, then on each thigh. From behind her, Tor’s voice rang out. “Gaynor, place your arms around Cameron’s neck.”
Gaynor did so. It was a little difficult the way she was standing, not touching him with her body. It would be much easier if she was allowed to press her chest against Cameron’s, but undoubtedly Tor had a reason for his instructions.
“Put your fingers in her cunt, Cameron. Is she wet yet?”
Cameron slid two fingers into her pussy. She was very wet. She loved the thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next, and she loved the burn from the flogger. Both Tor and Cameron knew that, too. They knew she’d be wet.
Cameron kept his fingers still, not teasing her or touching her anymore. Tor would tell them when he could do more.
“She’s wet, Sir,” Cameron said hoarsely.
Gaynor wished she could look at his cock. She bet he was huge and hard already, but she’d been instructed to keep her gaze straight ahead. If she could just lean her body against his, that lovely cock would press into her belly and she’d know if his head was wet yet. She was certain it was, though. Likely it was every bit as wet as her pussy.
“Move your fingers all around and gather up her cream, then put the cream in her ass,” ordered Tor.
Gaynor shivered. She enjoyed fingers in her ass. At first she’d wondered why people liked being fucked there, but she soon understood the added intensity and super fullness of a cock in her cunt and fingers in her ass, or vice versa. Of course, even better was a dildo in one and a cock in the other.
She couldn’t help shivering with desire as Cameron gently teased his fingers all around in her cunt then slid first one, then two, and finally three into her ass. His fingers were very wet and slippery, yet she could still feel cream dampening her inner thighs. Oh yes, she was highly aroused.
“Good. Take your fingers out now, Cameron,” said Tor, moving back into her line of sight again. Before Gaynor realized what he’d planned, Tor flicked the cat-o’-nine-tails and lashed the flogger across Cameron’s shoulders, back, and ass. Then Tor stepped to one side and flicked her breasts with the ends.
There was a slice of pain, then her breasts and nipples swelled with the aching need for more. Cream was dripping steadily from her now. Her inner thighs were quite damp, and a trickle was running down one leg.
Tor kneeled beside her. “You’re very wet indeed. Good.” He slid the dildo handle of the flogger inside her pussy. It was hard and welcome, but it didn’t fill her as much as either of the men’s cocks did. Still, it felt good when she was so ready to be fucked. Tor played with the handle a little, pushing it in, twirling it around, pulling it out a little, then stroking it against her walls.
Gaynor felt sweat break out on her forehead and back. It was good, very good. But a cock would be better. When he withdrew the handle she almost cried with the sense of loss. Gaynor bit her lower lip hard not to complain out loud.
Tor flicked the tails over Cameron’s shoulders then across her breasts as he walked behind her, then he slapped her ass hard with the flat of his hand. Gaynor jumped a little and then was surprised as he pulled her ass cheeks apart after stroking them. Finally she understood as the pressure of the dildo against her rear entry became firmer and firmer and it slipped a little way inside her.
Tor pressed his chest against her back, his legs leaning against her. With his mouth on her shoulder, he used one hand to tweak a nipple as he pushed the dildo into her, deeper and deeper until she was feeling completely stretched and full. Finally he stepped back from her and moved away.
When Tor reappeared behind Cameron, he was holding a paddle in one hand. Briskly he began paddling Cameron’s ass. Left, right. Left. Right, right, left. Since her hands were around Cameron’s neck, she could feel his muscles tense and release, only to tense again. She could also smell the sweat on him. Both these things told her how aroused he was, how much he was enjoying the scene they were playing.
She was extremely aroused, too. Her inner muscles kept clenching on the dildo, and she longed for Tor to begin moving it in and out as he’d done when it was in her pussy.
“Would you like to shove your dick in her cunt, Cameron? Feel her wet heat surround your prick? Be bathed in her fiery juices?”
“Yes, Sir.” Cameron’s answer was almost a groan.
“Very well, you can enter her, but don’t start fucking her yet.”
Cameron placed a hot hand on her hip and guided his
cock inside her pussy. He was huge. Enormous, bigger than she could ever recall him before, so he had to push hard to get inside her with the dildo already filling her from behind. Finally he was deep inside her, his belly pressed hard against her sweaty skin, their thighs touching at last.
“Put your hands behind her back,” ordered Tor.
Cameron obeyed, pressing a little closer to her as he did.
A click sounded, and before Gaynor understood what it was, Tor moved behind Cameron and handcuffed her hands together behind his neck.
Handcuffs? He’d handcuffed them locked together like this? The first click was him handcuffing Cameron behind her back. The second one was her own hands being cuffed behind Cameron’s neck. That was a new trick. They’d never done anything like that before.
Tor stepped out of his thong then moved behind Gaynor. She wondered if he was going to play with the dildo or possibly fuck her ass himself. They didn’t often both fuck her together, but they did sometimes, and she’d always enjoyed it. There was something so ego boosting about having two men pay her so much attention simultaneously. What woman wouldn’t like having four hands teasing her skin, two mouths kissing her, and two cocks pounding deep and hard inside her?
“Now you can fuck her,” said Tor.
Cameron immediately slid his cock out a little way then slammed in, rising up and down on the balls of his feet and using his thigh muscles to drive in and out of her. Gaynor had never thought about it before, but standing-up sex did use quite different muscles from lying-down sex. Just as well these two men were so toned and fit she guessed, schooling her face not to smile.
Tor pulled the dildo out then thrust it in again at the same time as Cameron drove in. Instantly Gaynor shattered, the orgasm rolling through her, making all her muscles clench.
Both men continued their synchronized fucking of her, and as the orgasm died down, new ripples of excitement began building up in her core. Tor removed the flogger handle and pressed his own cock at her ass. She was wet, stretched, and ready for him, and he slid in easily even though he was both longer and wider than the dildo had been. Tor pressed his balls into her upper thighs and slammed into her hard, fast, deeper. Cameron matched his pace, only to blast his seed inside her within two minutes. The heat of him burned through Gaynor, causing her belly to ripple even more with her impending second orgasm. Cameron thrust a few more times inside her as more seed filled her, then Tor held her hips tightly as he slammed up into her. Once again she shattered just as she felt Tor’s semen fill her ass. He kept tight hold of her as he pumped several more times while she shook and shivered in release between the two men, her arms leaning heavily on Cameron’s shoulders.
Cameron slid his cock out of her and tried to support her as best he could with his hands cuffed behind her. Tor pulled out of her, too, and unlocked Cameron’s cuffs, then walked around behind Cameron and unlocked her cuffs.
“Come on, time for a shower,” said Tor, nodding toward the bathroom.
Gaynor’s belly was still rippling with aftershocks, but obediently she followed him into the bathroom.
Tor had placed a towel on the sink, and as soon as she entered the room he grabbed her hips and lifted her up to set her on the edge of the sink. He leaned over her so his cock was over the basin and said, “Wash my cock. Wash it very thoroughly. Be sure it’s perfectly clean, because then you’re going to suck me off.”
Gaynor nodded, her heart pounding. She wanted to suck him, to show him how much she cared about him, how much she loved him. Even if he was part werewolf, he was still the man she loved and the Dom she respected and trusted. He hadn’t betrayed her trust or Cameron’s. He’d told no one else, had treated her exactly the same as the other people he’d had a relationship with in the past. All he’d done was misjudge the timing of sharing his secret with them. And even that wasn’t truly his own fault.
Just a minute. What the fuck? Yes, he had betrayed them. They were living together. He should have told them he was a wolf.
No. He was simply waiting for the right time to tell them all about himself.
Dammit. She didn’t know what she thought anymore. But she did love him and want to demonstrate her love by sucking him.
She ran the water until it was warm, took the washcloth Cameron handed her, soaped it, and cleansed Tor’s cock carefully. She rinsed him, rinsed the cloth, then washed him again before rinsing him clean a second time.
By now his cock had grown hard again, the end already reddening. Gaynor gave his balls one more quick rinse then said, “All done.”
He lifted her down on the floor and said, “Kneel, woman, and suck your master.”
Gaynor began by playing with his balls and perineum, which she knew he liked, before sucking the head into her mouth. Already there was a drop of pre-cum in the eye, which she licked out. She licked up and down his shaft and sucked the head of his cock again, but Tor grabbed her hair and tilted her head back.
“Open the back of your throat. Take me, take all of me. Swallow me down.”
She could do that. She did as he said, tipping her head back, opening her throat up, and feeding his cock deeper and deeper until the head was in her throat. It was a difficult position to hold and a little hard to breathe, but she knew he wouldn’t let her choke. Gaynor drew a big breath in through her nose and gargled around Tor’s cock. Instantly, he gave a shout and exploded. Quickly she released his cock until only the head was in her mouth and swallowed his semen. Her mouth was so full of his essence, though, some trickled out, so she licked around her lips.
When she opened her eyes Cameron was staring at her, his cock in his hand. She glanced enquiringly to Tor, who nodded. “Cameron, do you want her mouth, her cunt, or her ass?”
“It’s been a while since I fucked Gaynor’s ass, and she should still be well prepared for a cock, Sir,” said Cameron.
“Very well. Do her doggy-style, and then you can keep your hands on her breasts. They’re very nice breasts indeed,” said Tor, lightly stroking a hand across her breasts, making her nipples stand up immediately.
Gaynor got on her hands and knees, and Cameron leaned over her body, pressing his cock into her ass. She was indeed still stretched and ready to take even such big cocks as these two men had. Cameron was highly aroused and had to push through the ring of muscles but soon slid inside her. He wrapped an arm about her waist to hold her tight against him as he thrust in and out then pulled her off her hands into a semi kneeling position leaning back against his body so he could play with her breasts with his other hand.
Gaynor’s mind was fading with the intense stimulation from so many points—Cameron’s cock in her ass, his fingers on her breasts, and his body pressed skin to skin all along her back.
Tor reached forward and shoved his fingers deep in her cunt. Gaynor’s eyes flew open, she gave a little scream of surprise, and then she came in yet another orgasm. As she climaxed, a burst of hot semen filled her ass, and splashes of cum hit her breasts. Tor was giving her a pearl necklace. She was amazed he’d permitted himself to come again. He was usually so totally controlled. The very thought made her belly ripple harder and the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her yet again and again.
“Just as well we’re already in the bathroom. It’ll be faster to get us all cleaned up,” she joked.
The three of them fit together so perfectly in the dungeon. But in real life, could she really trust Tor? Would he hide things from her? Would being with a wolf endanger her life or that of her friends? After all, people were attacking Ramona because she was a puma. Would they go after Tor, too, now? She was so conflicted. One minute she was ready to agree with anything. The next she was filled with doubts. Only when they were making love could she just relax and be happy.
Chapter Five
Gaynor and Ramona met in the lunchroom on Monday as Ramona had promised. It was quiet at the studio today, as only a few indoor scenes were being filmed, so no casual or part-time staff were around. Gaynor had spent t
he morning as a model for the makeup artist, who wanted to try out some new products which were supposed to be great for nighttime scenes.
“You’ve still got some green goo along your hairline,” Ramona pointed out helpfully.
“I’m not surprised. The first thing I plan to do when I get home tonight is wash my hair.”
“So,” said Ramona, looking around and checking that no one was within listening distance of them, “what do you want to know?”
“Number one, have you always been a lion or puma or whatever? Is your family the same? And are you part of a community of shape-shifters?”
“Why? Does your wolf buddy want to join me? Everyone knows cats and dogs don’t get along, you know.”
“Cats and dogs do get along just fine when they grow up with each other and are socialized properly. But you said you’d answer my questions, remember?”
Ramona grinned. “Yes, I was brought up in a family of pumas and within a community of other big cats like panthers, though not the lions you seemed to think I was at first.” She pointed to her index finger, middle finger, and then ring finger, signaling she’d answered all three questions.
Gaynor felt she hadn’t asked her question clearly enough, or maybe Ramona had deliberately not answered it fully. “Are the people in your community one hundred percent cat, or are there some who are human, some who are half and half?”
“Ah, so your puppy-dog friend is a mixed blood, is he?”
“Probably.”
Ramona smiled again. “Yes, the people I live with are a mixture, too. There aren’t a lot of pure shifters around. In particular, there aren’t so many females.”
“Yes, that’s what you said at the basketball match. You thought that was why they’d tried to take you. To be their wife?”
“I’m not so sure about the wife part. Shape-shifter marriages are only legitimate with the free consent of all parties involved. And yes, before you interrupt me to ask, that can be homosexual or straight partners, and more than two people. The point is that it’s consensual. If this group is abducting women, I can only assume they’re going to be forced to marry some of the men. Even if they’re given a choice among several men, that’s still not a genuine free choice and therefore would be dubious consent and not legal under our laws. Besides, I’d imagine the leader wants a full-blood shape-shifter big cat for himself, which means one of the women they acquire will be made to accept him as their partner. That definitely breaks our law. But I can’t see any other reason for them to band together into a clan. The leader must want a woman himself, and at least some of the other members must too. The others could be family members, or just plain misfits who’ve agreed to help them steal some females.”