Adams, Cara - Make Me [Dungeon Masters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “By parties, you’re talking about Leif and Simon’s idea of hiring out the smaller party rooms for parties during the quiet times, especially during the day?” asked Niel, a little bit confused by her suggestion.

  “That’s right. Obviously they’d be adults only, but parties where people wanted something a little naughty but not really kinky. Like when someone is having a special birthday, or maybe a farewell party for a friend or business colleague. Mocktails would be perfect for the middle of the day when people need to drive home afterward.”

  “That’s a good idea. It plays right into our existing skills and business knowledge, yet could draw in a new crowd of customers. Well done, seeing that opportunity,” said Kon.

  Niel felt his cock growing longer and harder. He wanted Trinidad so much. He wanted her to be with them forever. He still found it hard to believe that she’d basically fallen straight into their arms so very easily. But he wasn’t questioning the Fates on that. She was here, with them, and he wanted her.

  It was an absolute bonus that she was enjoying their excursions into BDSM. They still had a hell of a lot more to show her and teach her there, but so far she was incredibly accepting of it all. There was just one more hurdle to cross. The need to tell her he was a wolf. He was certain someone had said she believed in paranormal creatures. Was it Tamara who’d said it maybe? But believing was one thing. Actually telling a woman he was a werewolf shape-shifter was a whole step farther.

  He had absolutely no idea how he was going to introduce that conversation.

  Chapter Seven

  Kon had spent a lot of time trying to view his and Niel’s apartment as a home for them plus Trinidad. It had to seem to her like her home as well though, not that she was merely being added to their home. She had to be able to accept it as hers, not just theirs. Fortunately, in the building where they lived, they were allowed to repaint and refurbish inside their apartment, with the approval of the manager, and with the proviso that if the paint colors and other changes were not acceptable to management they’d have to pay to have the apartment returned to how it was before, when they left.

  All of which meant Trinidad could make changes to it if she wanted to. The bland colors didn’t bother him and he knew they were fine with Niel as well, but Trinidad’s apartment definitely had a more friendly atmosphere about it than theirs did. Therefore, Kon had decided one of the first things they could do was have her suggest some simple changes to it.

  Of course the entire system would hit a snag if she hated the apartment. In which case they’d need to leave. Or if she refused to move in with them. In which case he had no idea what he’d do. Chain her to their bed until she changed her mind maybe?

  Instead of running up the stairs as he always did, Niel waited with them for the elevator when they reached their apartment building. They’d left the drapes pulled open, so the living room appeared sunny and welcoming. Kon stood back near the doorway as Trinidad immediately walked over to the window and looked out. They were on the top floor, and their rooms had the best view, facing out the back of the building to grass, trees, and more distant buildings. A lot of people simply had a view of the parking lot, which could be useful for knowing if they had to shovel snow off their vehicle, but Kon was suddenly glad they had a prettier outlook.

  “That’s a nice view,” said Trinidad.

  “We didn’t actually get the top floor for the view. We got it so we’d have no upstairs neighbors. That’s the same reason that this is a corner apartment. Fewer neighbors. We have people to one side of us and people underneath us, but not on the other side and not above us,” said Kon.

  “Which isn’t a guarantee against having horrible neighbors. But it does cut the odds in our favor somewhat,” said Niel.

  “Accountants and math. It’s a lifestyle thing, isn’t it,” she said with a smile.

  “I suppose so.” Kon stared at her. He hadn’t thought about it like that before, but he had to admit he did try to apply logic to his decision-making.

  “And do you have good neighbors?”

  “Yes, we do. But the manager here lives on site, and he’s pretty quick to act about genuine complaints. That’s so different from the student accommodation I lived in at college. I bought the best quality ear plugs I could get, and they still didn’t block out the noise of the wild parties from the room across the courtyard,” said Niel.

  Kon took a deep breath. “This is a two-bedroom apartment. Up until now Niel and I have each had our own room. But we were hoping…We’d really like it if…you’d consider moving in with us.”

  He stopped and watched her face, wondering if it was too soon to ask such a question. But she had to know they wanted her. They’d been pursuing her ever since they’d met her.

  “How would that work? I mean, I understand the sleeping together bit, but what else would it involve?” she asked.

  “Nothing you don’t want,” said Niel firmly.

  “I guess we’d talk about things and decide as we went along. The first step would be you moving in here with us. Or, if this apartment is not something you want, we could begin looking for a new apartment we all like.”

  “I’m not really up to thinking about which furniture goes where, or even if this is my idea of an ideal apartment. It’d depend to some extent on the bus timetable. But rather, what would my living with you involve? You’re my superiors at work. You’re my Doms in the bedroom. Would your taste for Dominance extend into everyday life? Would you see yourselves choosing the food we ate and when we ate it? Would you want to decide what we did on weekends? Or what I wore to work?”

  Kon waved her across to the couch and then he and Niel sat either side of her.

  “What we want is for you to move in with us. We want the three of us to be a united triad. A family. Things like lifestyle BDSM would be an ongoing conversation into the future. I think it would be wonderful if you chose to wear our collar, but that’s not a decision that can be made lightly, or on the spur of the moment. It would be something you came to in your own time,” said Kon.

  “Even then, I can’t imagine either of us wanting to dictate your clothing or your meals, except as part of a scene. Maybe there’d come a time when we forbade you from wearing panties under a dress at work to make you think about us all day, but I can’t imagine wanting to control your life all the time, unless you specifically wanted us to. The whole point of having a Master is to free the sub from decision-making and enhance their pleasure.”

  “I agree. It’s the kind of game we could play from time to time, but not as a regular part of living. You seem to me to be the kind of person who enjoys managing everyday life, rather than someone who hates the endless choices we face on a daily basis.”

  Kon continued to watch her, but it was hard to tell what she was thinking. She nodded decisively though and said, “That seems reasonable.” Which wasn’t really particularly helpful about letting him understand whether she was agreeing with them or not.

  “What frameworks would you want to put in place to be sure you’re happy?” asked Niel.

  Kon smiled at him. That was a good way to phrase it.

  “I don’t really know. Honesty, trust, independence, space to be myself. All those things are important to me, but they’re also negotiable in specific circumstances. I think some personal time and space might be important. If we work together and live together, we might need to be free to stretch ourselves in private sometimes.”

  “A regular girls’ day out?” suggested Kon. He could accept that. He liked hanging around with other men sometimes, therefore it was reasonable that she’d want to be with women. Othniel liked to go running with other werewolves occasionally. Oh. That was another complication they’d have to face. Has Niel figured out how to tell her he’s a wolf yet? We have to do it soon. Before she commits to us she needs to know who we really are.

  “Maybe a girls’ day out. Or maybe just a day alone to do whatever I want to do. I’ve been living alone for several y
ears now. It’ll be a change to have to consider other people at home again and not have any private space to myself. I need to think about it for a while. I’m very attracted to you both. I’m sure you know that already. The idea of BDSM excites me, and you’re both amazing people and amazing lovers. But moving in with you is a very big step. Perhaps I should go home now.”

  “No. Don’t do that, please. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” said Kon. He’d been anticipating spending the entire weekend with her so much, the thought of her leaving now was painful.

  “Please stay. If you don’t want to sleep with us, or play a scene with us, that’s fine. We can watch movies. You can even choose the movie,” said Niel.

  Trinidad laughed. “Because you only have manly movies you’ll enjoy? Not girly movies I might like?”

  “No. Not true,” said Niel.

  “We have Frozen,” added Kon, watching her big, happy grin at their reply. He heaved a sigh of relief. She would stay. Maybe even play with them. She was just being honorable offering to leave. It wasn’t her preference, thank the Fates.

  “Frozen? You really have the movie Frozen?”

  “Yeah. Everywhere we went people were playing that damn ‘Let it Go’ song. Finally I couldn’t stand not knowing what everyone was talking about so I bought the movie,” said Kon.

  “And we both watched it,” added Niel.

  Trinidad’s gray eyes sparkled with wickedness. “I should make you watch it again now to serve you right.”

  “It’s not all that bad. If you want to see it, we can,” said Niel.

  Kon tugged her back against his shoulder. “Or we could go into the bedroom and play a more adult game. One that you might enjoy even more than a kids’ movie.”

  * * * *

  Trinidad’s panties were instantly wet, soaked by cream flowing from her cunt. Her nipples suddenly became hard, aching little points, and her blood pounded through her body. Hell, yes. Something more adult, something decidedly X-rated, would suit her now.

  “The bedroom sounds good,” she said, her voice hoarse and husky with need.

  Niel stood and threw her over his shoulder, his arms wrapped across her knees as she hung upside down over his back. Trini giggled. Maybe he needed her as much as she needed him.

  Kon hurried past them, and by turning her head she saw him drag all the bedding down to the foot of the bed in one lunge. It was a reasonable-sized room. Not huge, but not overcrowded with the furniture it held either. There was another door off it, presumably into the bathroom.

  Would she like to live here with the men? Hell yes. But she couldn’t just agree. It was something she needed to think through carefully. It wasn’t as serious as a marriage, but it was a major decision. If she chose to be with them there would be financial implications as well as personal ones, and she’d have to be prepared to make the partnership work. She couldn’t sign up for that when she was with them and her hormones were running around madly. That was something she’d need to think about alone in peace and solitude, when she could carefully weigh up both sides of the equation.

  The men undressed her fast and efficiently and then Kon placed her in the center of the bed and Niel handed him some ropes. Quickly they tied her spread-eagle to the four bedposts. The bindings were firm, but didn’t hurt. She had a tiny amount of wiggle room, enough to stretch her muscles but not enough to move appreciably.

  She was intrigued to know what they’d do next. Not spank her because she was face up, not face down.

  “When you hold off on your orgasm, it’s better when it finally comes,” said Niel.

  “Each time you wait, you start again from a higher place as your need rises again.”

  “An obedient sub learns to prevent herself from climaxing until the Dom gives her permission to come.”

  “And you’re both going to tell me not to come.” It didn’t take Einstein to work that out.

  “For now. But finally we’ll give you permission to climax and it’ll be excellent.”

  She knew what Kon said would be correct. The way they were tag-teaming with the commentary was just like the way they tag-teamed in sex to please her. However, she couldn’t resist teasing them a little.

  “Maybe if I gave in right away and climaxed, I’d still climax again later anyway. Twice as many orgasms might be even better than one big one.” Although remembering her first orgasm with them, when she’d thought her whole body would explode, she wasn’t sure of her own logic here.

  “Or maybe you should just trust your Doms to know what will be best for you in the bedroom and the dungeon. Let us take all the thinking and stress from you All you need to do is relax and obey us. Know that we’ll plan and control everything so you’re given perfect pleasure and delight.”

  She looked up into Niel’s face. He meant every word he said. She knew she could trust them both to look after her. She’d said she didn’t want to be gagged or blindfolded and they’d made no attempt to change her mind or try to force her to accept a gag. They’d accepted her boundaries and worked inside them to give her amazing experiences.

  “All right. Arouse me then and I’ll try to wait until you give me permission to come. You could both start by getting naked. I’m sure I’d find that quite exciting.”

  Kon placed his finger over her lips. “We’ll start by forbidding you to speak. In the dungeon a sub may only speak to answer a direct question from one of her Masters, or to call out her safe word. No more talking, Trinidad.”

  Well, damn. That takes away one of my weapons. But they still made no attempt to gag me. They trust me to obey them in this.

  She flicked her tongue out to lick Kon’s finger and then attempted to coax it into her mouth. He quickly lifted it off her lips and she hid her grin, but she knew she’d surprised him with her actions. He hadn’t expected her to do that. One point to her.

  They made no attempt to get undressed, which was a shame, although they both removed their shoes. But she guessed that was so they could move around more silently. Flat on her back she couldn’t see everything in the room. She could lift her head up somewhat and see some things, but the strain on her shoulders from the ropes holding her hands prevented her from having a complete view of everything in the room.

  Right about now, a mirrored ceiling, like in some of the private rooms on the third and fourth floors of The Dom’s Dungeon, would be really useful. Nevertheless, Trinidad relaxed back into her restraints and waited to see what the men would do first. By twisting her neck she could watch them open one of the closets and saw Kon take out a heavy-looking box. She assumed it was his toy box, and she wondered if they had a toy box each, or if they shared their equipment. They were both Doms and committed to working together and sharing a woman. But did that mean they’d share whips and floggers, or did each of them have their own favorites? She must remember to ask them about that later.

  Kon approached her with a feather in his hands. She’d read of people using a feather in sex scenes, but couldn’t really see how it would be sexy. A feather’s touch was so very light, surely it would be completely possible to ignore it, and therefore it wouldn’t arouse the person? Well, it appeared she was about to find out for herself.

  “Close your eyes. Relax your body into the mattress. Wait patiently for your Master to touch you,” ordered Kon.

  Trinidad would have preferred to watch his hands and his face as he teased her, but she obeyed him. The men had abided by her wishes not to be gagged or blindfolded. The least she could do was obey them and close her eyes and her mouth so the games could continue. She guessed he’d make her wait a while, to increase the excitement, so she did as he’d said and let her body settle into the mattress. She relaxed her arms, and shoulders, and her legs, so the ropes held her, but she wasn’t stretching against them at all.

  Then she breathed slowly and deeply and waited for the feather to touch her somewhere. He might go for the places where many people were ticklish, such as the soles of her fee
t. Or he might go for the erogenous zones, such as her breasts. Or it was even possible he’d try to distract her by maybe stroking up her arm or her leg. Any of those actions would be logical and reasonable, so it wasn’t really worth her while trying to guess what he’d do. Except that was just what she’d done. Tried to guess. Likely that was the nerd in her, always wanting everything to be orderly and logical.

  Trinidad felt a whisper of air over her skin before the feather flicked across her belly and ribs. So he was going for areas where many people were ticklish. Well, he was pretty much out of luck. She wasn’t a very ticklish person. Her parents had been very opposed to violence, so her brother had tried to get her to obey him by tickling her. She’d taught herself not to respond and it really hadn’t been very difficult so she guessed she just didn’t have the right kind of skin or sensitivities for tickling to be unstoppable.

  It did feel intriguing though. She’d expected it to be less pervasive, but it was impossible not to notice the feather trailing over her skin. It was also impossible not to continually wonder where it might go next. Across her breasts? Down her belly? Okay, so it wasn’t just the tickling as such, it was more the lack of knowledge about the Dom’s intentions. It was possibly a lesson in giving up control. The Dom would decide where he would touch her, and there was nothing she could do the prevent him or encourage him. Her job was to wait and wonder. In other words, Niel and Kon were teaching her the mental aspects of Dominance and submission. That the sub’s reactions were heightened as she learned to wait for what might happen next.

  Obediently she relaxed and waited, only to be surprised when silky strands teased up and over her pussy and her slit. Ah, of course. She needed to remember she had two Doms. She’d momentarily forgotten about Niel, but he obviously wasn’t just going to sit back and watch forever. She tried to imagine what he was touching her with. It was fabric of some kind. But a ribbon, not a scarf, and it was silk or satin. Something slippery yet luxurious.