by Cara Adams
Talking to the other wolf—Kurt—would be starting him on the next step, learning how to plan a commitment ceremony. Surely Gaynor and Cameron would agree to that now. Surely they could see how much he loved and needed them both. All their other problems were well on the way to being solved. Now was the time to move forward boldly and strongly into the future.
Tor had to make sure he planned their commitment ceremony properly so the night would be truly worthy of his wonderful subs. He loved them and wanted the night to demonstrate that love for them, to demonstrate he would always care for them and protect them with every breath in his body.
In the parking lot he turned to Gaynor and Cameron, watching their faces carefully. “You’re happy about this? It’s a free choice to come here and commit to living together as a triad? You’ve forgiven me for not telling you I’m a shape-shifter?”
Gaynor kissed him then Cameron. “Being together is what I want most in all the world. I truly love you both. As for the wolf thing, it was a real shock, but now I know your story, and I can understand your reasoning.”
“None of this is how I imagined my life would turn out. But I’ve never been so content before. This lifestyle completes me. I wouldn’t want to live any other way, and I love you both, too,” said Cameron.
A huge lump filled Tor’s throat. These two made him fulfilled. Happy.
Just then two big cats raced up the road and in the gate, skidding across the parking lot to hide behind their car. The larger one was nudging the smaller one, pushing it under the vehicle before crawling under itself.
“Ramona?” asked Gaynor.
“Well. It looks like we aren’t leaving just yet after all,” said Cameron.
Tor was staring back to the road. He walked to the rear of the car, hoping his legs would help hide the animals if anyone was looking along the ground. “Here comes trouble,” he said as an old white truck stopped just outside the property.
Cameron and Gaynor moved to stand beside him as the truck door opened.
Half a dozen people erupted from the main building of the community and rushed to the gate.
“This is private property,” said one of the men from Carnal Connections, stopping just inside the gate and holding out his hand in a “stop” motion to the men climbing out of the truck.
The men in the truck appeared to be arguing with each other, but Tor couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a few minutes they got back in and drove off, but Tor was certain they’d be back. Probably at night and possibly with friends and even weapons, he thought, remembering the knife that’d slashed his side at the basketball match.
* * * *
Gaynor was once again wearing her mile-high, bright-red fuck-me shoes. But this time they were accompanied by a slinky black dress that plunged to display the curve of her breasts in the front and exposed her back almost to her butt. Her pure white hair was in an updo, with just a few strands trailing to her neck to soften the line of her face, and she clutched a tiny red purse to match her shoes. Her fingernails and toenails were again freshly painted red, but a slightly more subdued shade than the one she’d worn to Carnal Connections.
Cameron was looking debonair in his “court” clothes—a gray, tailored suit, baby-blue shirt, and gray-and-blue striped necktie. His highly polished shoes were black, as were his socks. Gaynor wouldn’t be surprised to find he’d even color-matched his underwear. She certainly had. She’d spent quite a while trying to decide whether to go red for the shoes or black for the dress and had finally decided on red. When they undressed, she planned to leave her shoes on and see what happened. She thought it might be fun to fuck in these shoes. But if Tor was cross with her for disobeying him, well, being spanked would be a great prelude to sex, too.
Ah, Tor. He was looking very much the Dom tonight in tight black leather pants, a black leather jacket, a wide black belt she’d never seen him use before, a bright white shirt, a black necktie, and black boots. If she looked really closely, she could just see hints of his chest hair through the shirt. How she’d love to run her fingers through it right now.
They ate dinner in the heart of the city, at a popular restaurant on the top floor of an office building.
“The city lights look really pretty tonight,” said Gaynor.
“I think it’s because there’s not much cloud. The sky provides a perfect black backdrop, dotted with stars,” said Cameron.
“Oh yes. The weather is just perfect. Warm but not hot and with no sign of rain. We’re lucky with that,” said Gaynor.
“It’ll certainly be the best possible weather for the outdoor section of our evening,” added Tor.
Gaynor’s belly clenched. They’d be fucking outside under the stars. She’d never done that before. And who knew what else Tor had planned for them. She knew he’d talked to the other wolf, Kurt, but he’d given her no idea of the program apart from the basics of romantic dinner for three and outdoor sex and commitment to each other at Carnal Connections.
Her heart beat faster, and a trickle of excitement ran up and down her spine. She was so ready for whatever Tor had planned. He always ensured her pleasure and Cameron’s. Gaynor couldn’t imagine life without both men in her bed.
Meanwhile, this meal was very much foreplay. Tor looked deep into her eyes as he spoke to her, his lips curving upward slightly and his eyebrows just lifting a hint as he talked. That was so sexy. He rested his hand on hers as she fidgeted with her fork, and the warmth of his palm soaked into her skin, soothing her. Then he stroked the inside of her wrist with his baby finger, and it was anything but soothing. Immediately her heart was pounding and her breasts aching for him to touch her there—or somewhere far more intimate.
While he was still holding her hand, Tor turned to Cameron and asked about his day. Tor was always interested in their regular lives, and he drew Cameron out, affirming him in his workday life, showing he respected Cameron as a person. Soon the conversation was flowing around the table again, and Gaynor took Cameron’s hand in her other hand, wanting them all to be united on this special evening, not just by the conversation but touching skin on skin as well.
Two men were standing by the gate at Carnal Connections as they drove up. “I’m guessing they’re on guard because of the rogue panther group, not because they’re waiting to welcome us here tonight,” said Gaynor.
“I concur,” said Cameron, sounding like the attorney he was.
Gaynor giggled at him then said, “It’s not really funny though, is it? Ramona must have been so scared when they tried to abduct her at the basketball match.”
“It’ll be better now though, because everyone knows the bad guys are here, so they’ve lost the element of surprise. That’s why she and her friend changed and ran when she saw them the day she hid under our car. Several of the young women have moved onto the property here at Carnal Connections already, haven’t they?” asked Cameron.
“They’re living in the big house until the emergency accommodation is ready for them,” said Tor.
“Yeah, the plumbing and electrical is all done. Ramona said a bunch of them were going to paint the walls this weekend. If the weather’s fine, they should get two coats done easily. That’s great, really helpful, but it doesn’t solve the problem though, does it? Do you think the other group will get bored waiting and go away?” asked Gaynor.
“That’s not really likely,” replied Tor.
“What’s much more likely is they’ll do something stupid and be caught by the police. If you look at career criminals, a large percentage of them aren’t actually originally caught for what they did wrong. They’re pulled over for a DUI or something quite stupid. Then when their details are plugged into the computer, up comes a whole stack of other issues,” added Cameron.
“Yeah, that makes sense. Well, the sooner they’re caught the better from my perspective,” said Gaynor.
While they’d been talking, Tor had driven down the road that ran the length of the community. It led past the main bui
lding, with the parking lot out front of it, past the huge barn, then past a group of storage sheds, garages, and barns, where the community vehicles, supplies, and equipment were kept.
Next came a handful of houses and a huge, grassy field with a couple horses in it. Farther on were a few more houses, then the road curved back toward the field before becoming a rutted dirt track.
Tor was driving slowly now over the bumps. He turned the car onto the grass and drove a couple hundred feet, stopping between two large trees. “This is where we walk.”
“In these shoes?” argued Gaynor.
Laughing, Cameron swung her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Which way, Tor?” he asked.
Tor had collected his backpack from the trunk of the car and led them briskly through the trees to an open, grassy space. “This is where the house will be. I’ve asked for a sweeping, curved driveway, so none of the trees will need to be cut down.”
“Oh, good plan,” said Gaynor as Cameron put her down. “Thank you.” She dropped a kiss on Cameron’s nose as he bent down to ensure she landed safely on the uneven ground.
Tor pulled a rug out from his backpack, shook it, and spread it on the grass. Immediately Gaynor’s belly clenched with need, and she was aching for what came next. What did Tor have planned? What other things were in that backpack? It wasn’t big enough to hold a whip or the wonderful cat-o’-nine-tails flogger, although one of the paddles would easily fit in it. Butt plugs, dildos, and nipple clamps wouldn’t take up much room, either. It could hold a veritable treasure trove of sexy toys.
* * * *
“Welcome to the dungeon. It’s time to get undressed, my subs,” said Tor, starting the scene.
Both Gaynor and Cameron nodded, acknowledging him as Dom.
Tor had spent all his free time for days planning tonight. He’d carefully thought through every tiny aspect of it and hoped like hell he’d gotten it right. It had to be a memorable and special evening for them all, but he didn’t want to do anything too unusual in case they were more apprehensive about it than relaxed and enjoying it. He’d gotten a couple ideas he dearly wanted to role-play from the night in the barn, but tonight was their night as a triad, not the night to try something new that may work better after refinement the second or third time around.
So, first a few orgasms to take the edge off their tension. Then some playtime and fun, and finally the actual moment of commitment to each other.
While they were undressing, Tor removed his leather jacket, shoes and socks, and shirt. As he’d half expected, Gaynor left her red stilettos on. He rather fancied her legs wrapped around his waist with those stilettos pressing into his butt, but she hadn’t asked permission to wear them, so she had to be punished. Likely her aim all along!
Very slowly he unbuckled his new belt, sliding it out of the loops on his pants, making sure they could both hear the slither of the leather and notice the metal embossing on the end.
“Kneel side by side on the rug. Heads, palms, and knees on the rug, legs spread, asses high in the air.”
Cameron stepped to the side, making room for Gaynor, then neatly placed his body as instructed. His movements were quick, willing, eager. Yes, he wanted to be spanked.
Gaynor moved slowly, provocatively, wiggling her ass, making a display of her legs and feet in those shoes, then pushed her butt high in the air, almost begging him to whip it.
He began by trailing the belt down their backs, over their shoulders, across their asses. He wanted them to feel the metal ends, understand how they’d hurt, imagine him bringing the belt down on their skin with determination.
Tor walked around them several times, noting how huge Cameron’s cock was, his legs spread wide as instructed to clearly display his arousal. Gaynor’s cunt was a deep pink and her body was shivering with anticipation. It was time to begin. But first, a little surprise.
From an insulated cool bag in his backpack, Tor pulled out some ice cubes. He placed a hand low on Cameron’s back then pushed an ice cube into his ass. As soon as it was past the tight muscle, he added a second, then a third. Cameron was very aroused and would be very hot inside. It’d take a few moments for the ice to touch his walls and begin to melt.
He took three more ice cubes from the insulated bag and forced them into Gaynor’s ass.
Obviously they’d have felt the coolness against their skin as he pressed the ice cubes inside them, but it would take a few moments for them to realize just how erotic an ice cube inside the heat of an ass could be.
As he’d guessed, the results were almost simultaneous. Cameron’s eyes opened wide and his face screwed up with the effort not to say anything. His hands gripped the rug and his spine tensed.
Gaynor gasped, whimpered, and wriggled her butt furiously as if she thought she could dislodge the ice cubes. They would melt very quickly. The effect was going to be very short, but it had truly aroused them.
Before they had time to fully adjust to the ice cubes in their asses, Tor flicked his belt and laid a few hard strokes across Cameron’s back and ass. Then he moved to Gaynor, hitting her firmly but not as hard. He wanted the metal trimmings to bite but not break their skin. He hated marking his subs with anything other than a palm print or red line.
More gently, but still hard enough to shock them, he whipped the belt over their upper thighs then very lightly across Gaynor’s breasts, flicking it up from the ground under her body, and more firmly struck across Cameron’s shoulders.
He could smell and see their arousal. Gaynor’s inner thighs glistened with her cum, as did the head of Cameron’s cock with his. Moving behind them again Tor gave each of them another sharp stroke on the buttocks then left them in position as he walked to the side of the rug and removed his clothes. He made sure both of them could see him undressing but only out of the corners of their eyes. He’d not given them permission to turn their heads.
He grabbed the lube out of his backpack and coated his cock, then brought the jar with him to the rug. Tor sat down, his legs wide apart, and he patted his lap. “Sit on my dick, Gaynor,” he ordered.
She bounced up off the rug and scrambled across to him, lining her ass up with his cock and gradually squatting down so he could hold his cock at her ass. Her rosette was still very tight, despite the ice he’d pushed in, but his cock was well lubed and he forced it in reasonably easily. Her rectum was as hot as ever. There was no residual effect from the ice. He wasn’t sure whether he was disappointed about that or not, but he’d certainly memorize the time frame for future occasions.
He pulled her legs back toward his body, opening her wide. “All right, Cameron. Push into her cunt, but don’t start fucking her until I say you can.”
Cameron slid his thighs tight against hers, gradually working his body closer and closer until his cock was fully embedded in her cunt. Tor watched every inch of it disappear and had to breathe deeply not to let the sight of it tip him over off the cliff’s edge into orgasm.
Tor knew this scene couldn’t last much longer. They were all far too highly aroused. The entire dinner at the restaurant, the trip here to where their new home would be, the scene on the rug, all were dramatic and intense foreplay. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could get in half a dozen strokes before he shot his load.
He nodded to Cameron, whose gaze was fixed on Tor’s face. His sub was desperate to begin the fucking but was waiting patiently. Cameron was every bit as much a treasure as Gaynor. He deserved a good release.
“Begin. You withdraw first.”
Cameron nodded, and Tor could feel Cameron’s cock begin to slide out, then he could see it. He fixed his own gaze on Gaynor and waited until only the head of Cameron’s cock remained inside her before starting his own withdrawal. They moved at a slow, steady pace for only half a dozen strokes, then, without a word to each other, began slamming into her. Cameron groaned and exploded just as Gaynor orgasmed. Tor’s control was ruined by the other two climaxing. His cock was held in a vise of rippling, quaking, sh
ivering womanhood as his seed exploded from him. He couldn’t have stopped it no matter how hard he tried. But it didn’t matter, because this sex was just to take the edge off their desire. They’d take a short break before beginning the commitment ceremony itself.
* * * *
Cameron had to laugh. They’d cleaned themselves up with some wipes Tor had pulled out of his backpack, then he’d solemnly handed Cameron a rubber ball and turned into a wolf.
Gaynor took off her shoes and ran onto the grass after Tor. “Come on, Cameron. Tor wants to play catch.”
Cameron shook his head. “I see it, but I can’t believe it.”
“Don’t be a spoilsport. Throw me the ball.”
Cameron was laughing so hard he could hardly throw straight. “The Dom is a wolf, and his subs are throwing him a ball to chase?”
“Looks pretty much like it to me,” said Gaynor, throwing the ball to Tor. He ran after it, jumped, and caught it midair, then ran back and dropped it at Cameron’s feet.
“I’ve heard about letting your inner child out to play, but your inner wolf? Whoever would have thought of that?”
“Maybe he wants to know we’ve forgiven him for not telling us about himself earlier. Anyway, just shut up and throw the ball,” replied Gaynor.
Twenty minutes later they collapsed on the rug, sweaty and panting, the wolf’s tongue hanging out.
Cameron looked at Tor’s backpack. Was he allowed to touch it? They all needed some water, but a sub never touched anything of his Dom’s without explicit permission. And, perhaps if Tor had wanted them to take a drink, he’d have changed back into a human. Maybe he hadn’t even brought water with them? Hadn’t thought of it? But that wasn’t like Tor. Tor was always prepared. He always thought of everything. Perhaps he was waiting for Cameron to act? Deliberately letting Cameron take the lead at this time?
The more Cameron thought about it, the more he decided that had to be Tor’s reasoning. This was their commitment night, and they were committing as three equal partners. Three consenting adults. Not as Dom and subs.