by Cara Adams
The rich little bitch who’d dumped them at the shelter could easily have continued to care for them. Hell, a small monthly payment from her, one that likely she wouldn’t even notice coming out of her bank account, would have guaranteed them lifelong care. But instead, she’d left them and gone. So much for the years of devoted service they’d given her. And worse still, the horses had pined for her, grieved for her, until Violet had come and started talking to them, loving them.
Raff would have appreciated her just for her connection with the beautiful animals alone, except that her loving nature and beautiful body had also caught his attention.
The horses had led him to Violet and then to Darcy and his new career. Violet and Darcy between them had given him the strength and motivation to wind up his old life, and concentrate on his new life. However, in doing that, he’d learned about his game being a success, and found the plans for his new game. Already his mind was full of scenes to write into the game of events through time and the kind of difficulties the players needed to overcome.
He’d already decided this would be called “Time Traveler to the Past.” He could make an entire third game out of “Time Traveler to the Future.” The past was a matter of historical research but with the future he could let his imagination run completely wild.
But his days and nights would be spent with Darcy and Violet. He loved her so much. She meant everything to him. Darcy was a man he could respect and one who was becoming a close friend. But Violet. Ah, Violet was a joy and a delight.
He kneeled at her feet, breathing her essence deep into his lungs. Damn, she was sexy. He licked across one kneecap, and then licked a line up her leg. She whimpered and thrust her hips toward him but he refused to be diverted as yet. He rubbed his cheek on her thigh, gradually getting closer and closer to her pussy, until his nose was pressed against her tiny green panties.
She tried to rub herself against him but he withdrew and waited until she was standing still again. This time he used his head to lift her minute skirt up and gripped the elastic waist of the underwear in his teeth and pulled it down.
Quite deliberately he dragged his teeth over her skin, knowing she’d enjoy the tiny pain of his movements down her belly. Once her panties were at her thighs, he stopped and licked over her clit and dragged his tongue along the seam of her cunt.
“Dammit, touch me properly damn you,” she said.
Instantly Darcy was there, holding the tiny skirt up with one hand as he paddled her ass hard. He then walked away. Raff waited, unmoving, for Darcy’s sign to begin removing her panties again. She was incredibly wet and her scent was very strong. She was indeed desperate to be fucked, but Darcy would have a purpose in making her wait.
She was quite impatient. Teaching her patience was a useful skill. But it was more than that, Raff knew. Every time her orgasm was postponed, the excitement in her body would begun to rise again from a slightly higher plateau. When Darcy finally let her climax it would be truly worth waiting for.
Darcy nodded to him and slowly Raff began again with dragging her panties down her leg with his teeth.
* * * *
Violet was ready to scream with suppressed desire. Being blindfolded didn’t bother her. She knew which of the men was which. It was Raff driving her insane by his miniscule touches instead of sticking his tongue in her pussy and fucking her properly. And it was Darcy who paddled her ass delightfully hard but who stopped too soon. If he’d kept going that would have sent her over the brink into release, too. But no. Both of them were determined that she would die of frustration.
Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but if her wrists hadn’t been chained up above her head, her fingers would have been in her cunt right now sending her off the cliff.
When Darcy paddled her ass again, she wasn’t brave enough to move. She held her breath and hoped he’d do it for a just a little longer, just a little harder, just—The final stroke was on her inner thighs and it fucking hurt. But it missed her cunt by the smallest of margins and didn’t give her the release she craved. And what’s more, Violet knew Darcy was an incredibly talented Dom and would have done that deliberately. He meant it to hurt, to punish her for her impatience, and not to give her the orgasm she needed so badly.
Raff’s fingers stroked her ass. It was hot and sore but she loved his gentle touch. Soon he was preparing her ass and she knew his cock would be in there when they finally got to bed. Would they share a room here again? Soon her house would be ready and they’d have their very own bedroom. Hmm, maybe she should ask Darcy to turn one of the rooms into a dungeon. Then they could stay home and still play all the games they wanted.
Violet tried hard not to push back onto Raff’s teasing fingers as he stretched and massaged her walls and opened her up for him. But damn it was fucking hard. She bet his cock would be hard as well. Hard and thick and long and it’d fill her to perfection. Darcy would take her pussy and his cock was just as hard, thick, and long as Raff’s. They were both big men, yet the two of them fit inside her perfectly. Her body was built to accept them both, and she loved having them share her. She was wrapped between two deliciously strong bodies, cherished, protected, and guaranteed a totally out-of-this-world release.
She just wished they’d hurry the fuck up and fuck her now.
Darcy removed the blindfold and stood right in her face. Violet blinked at the bright light after the darkness, and then stared into dark brown eyes. The eyes that she’d recognized straight away on his wolf. There were beads of sweat gleaming on his forehead and she longed to wipe them away for him. Only now did she understand that tonight had been a challenge for him. He’d been concerned about coming out as a wolf, and as well as that he’d had all the planning and engineering of the dinosaur scenario and now this dungeon scene.
“I do love you, Darcy. You’re very special to me. But even if I didn’t love you I’d never give you away as being a shape-shifter.”
She twisted her neck to look at Raff. “I love you, too, just as much. I love you both differently, for different reasons, but I love you equally and I want you both.”
Raff pressed a kiss to the base of her spine and Darcy kissed the tip of her nose.
“Have you ever fucked standing up?” he asked.
“Against a wall, yes. It was a long time ago.” It was a hell of a long time ago. It also wasn’t very good as she recalled from the depths of time long gone. Not that she’d say that. One thing she was certain of was that sex with these two men would always be very good.
“You have the chains to support you, so let’s do it this way,” Darcy said.
“What? How can I touch you when my arms are chained up high like this?”
“And maybe a ball gag,” he added.
Fucking hell. But she was way too smart to complain out loud this time.
Fortunately he didn’t go and get a ball gag. He walked to the back of the room, and she was sure he planned to, but he only came back with condoms, so he was just fucking teasing her again.
Darcy gripped her hips tightly, placed his cock at her pussy entry, and then slammed into her so hard her head almost exploded. She was very, very wet, but she was also extremely sensitive from her arousal, and he forged a burning trail all the way inside her. And yet, she liked it. When he rested deep inside her, her pussy instantly coated him with an outpouring of her cream and she was more aroused than ever. He held her pressed to him, and even through the silly tiny leather dress her nipples pressed hard into his chest.
When did he remove his leather shorts? I never noticed that happen. It must have been when he collected the condoms. But he was holding her so tightly she couldn’t turn her head to look at the counter and see if the short shorts held been wearing were there. Oh, who cares? Clearly he’s not wearing them now.
Now Raff was behind her, his body a solid wave of heat against her almost naked skin. He moved slowly, carefully, pressing the head of his cock at her back door and inching his cautious way inside her. He was
such a contrast to Darcy, yet the way he approached her was just as arousing as Darcy’s attitude. It was their very differences that made them so appealing. They each showed their love and desire for her in totally different ways. Between the two of them she was helpless clay in their hands. Even if she was strong enough to resist one of them, the diametrically opposite attitude of the other one was guaranteed to send her into a quivering puddle of desire.
By the time Raff was fully inside her, and the two men had her pressed tightly between them, Violet was ready to scream from the incredible urge to come. Her entire body was on fire with need. It seemed like every nerve ending, every inch of skin, every part of her was burning with the need for release right now.
But instead of fucking her Darcy said, “I think we should take her dress off. I’d like to touch Violet’s breasts.”
She wanted him to touch her breasts, too, and preferably pinch her nipples. That should be enough to give her an orgasm. But why take the dress off, now? That was just a waste of time.
“You could put your hand down the top and free my breasts,” she hinted.
“No, let’s remove it completely. I like the idea of being pressed against just skin,” said Raff.
Hot damn. They’d united to overrule her again.
With her arms chained up in the air, there was nothing she could do as the men unzipped the tiny outfit and pulled it off over her hips. For a moment she thought it might not fit over her ass, and they’d have to unchain her to get it off, but just as Raff had done with his cock, wiggling, rocking, and inching it inside her ass a tiny bit at a time, they did the same with the dress until it fell to the floor.
However, the good news was Darcy immediately began to rub, pinch, and stretch her nipples, which was very good. Actually, Raff pressing hard against her back and teasing her earlobe with his teeth was mighty nice as well.
And then finally, finally, they reentered her and began to fuck her. They used the see-saw motion which drove her wild because she couldn’t grip their cocks with her internal muscles and make them go faster. As one pushed inside her, the other withdrew so she was never completely empty, but she was never stretched wide and completely full either. Soon they were moving faster, pumping into her strongly, but always, always she wanted more. She wanted both of them filling her at once. This technique drove her insane with the lack of completion and her own inability to force them to act faster.
Her only satisfaction was the knowledge that they were both as needy and wild to climax as she was. With their bodies pressed so close to hers, she could feel their hearts pumping hard and the sweat pouring off their bodies, making the three of them slip and slide against each other.
Violet also realized that they were supporting her, holding her in place. They were also the ones doing all the work as she was pressed between them. They must both be very strong and fit to fuck her like this with no support from a wall or anything to help them. They had to maintain their own balance as they pushed up into her. And yet they showed no signs of rushing, of hurrying to snatch their climaxes. Instead it almost seemed to her that they went even slower purely to make her scream with the intensity of the fucking.
Slowly, slowly the climax wound tighter and tighter inside her belly. Her breasts ached with fullness. Her nipples were diamond-hard points she dug into Darcy’s chest. Her face was resting on Darcy’s shoulder and her back was supported by Raff’s rock-hard body. Again and again one pushed into her and the other one withdrew, and then they’d reverse the action. Over and over again until her mind was awash with sensations and she could no longer think enough to complain even in her mind.
And then, in an instant, her climax roared through her, shattering her control, spinning through her body like a tornado, leaving her shaking and breathless. The men continued to grip her tightly and then pumped hard and fast into her until her cunt and ass were filled with the heat of their release.
Instead of resting and getting their breath back, they unlocked her arms from the chains and laid her on the floor. It was cold but her body was scorching hot so it felt really good against her sweaty skin. Raff held her as Darcy massaged her shoulders and then she was being picked up and carried across the room and laid on a blanket.
The two men cuddled with her and she relaxed, happy, where she always wanted to be. With Raff and Darcy.
After a while Violet leaned up on one elbow and looked at them both. “So, how soon do you think you can move into the farm with me? Raff, it shouldn’t take you long. You said you weren’t planning to unpack all that stuff just yet. I wondered when you said that if it meant you hoped for the three of us to live together soon. And Darcy, surely you can move into the farm and use one of the rooms as your office for now. Later you can build your own storage barn and office wherever you want to put it. After you’ve built the horses’ stalls of course.”
Raff rolled over onto his back laughing. Darcy just stared at her open mouthed.
“What’s the problem?” she asked.
“You’re a very, very pushy woman. It’s lucky that I love you so much,” said Darcy.
“We love you,” corrected Raff as both men pulled her down and held her between them.
Well, sometimes pushy was the only way to get what she wanted. Besides, it’d worked, hadn’t it? Her two men loved her and they were going to be together forever.
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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