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Dungeon Play [The Dom's Dungeon 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Cara Adams


  “Would two thirty suit you?” asked Mason. That would give her time for a shower and to calm down again before she started work at four.

  “I…I…. Yes. Here?”

  “I expect the staff will need to change out this room to get it ready for clients tonight. But Dungeon Eight will be free. We could meet there.” Mason knew their dungeon was free because that was his and Wade’s break time before they started their evening shift.

  Adelaide gulped, swallowed, nodded, and then smiled. “I’ll be there.”

  Chapter Two

  I’m crazy. Certifiably insane. They’re wolves. Well, probably wolves. They’ll…they’ll what? This BDSM club is our workplace. They can’t hurt me here. That is, they can only hurt me in an erotic way, but they can’t harm me. But they’re wolves. Wolves. Wild animals.

  Adelaide couldn’t decide whether she’d just made the worst mistake of her life or whether she’d made the best decision ever. She’d wanted to be with these men for a long time. Wade and Mason, more than all the other Doms in The Dom’s Dungeon, called to her body in the most carnal way. But even though Wade was blond, she had a feeling he was maybe a wolf. Possibly a wolf. Probably a wolf. Yeah, probably. More likely than not. He and Mason were very close. They did everything together.

  Besides, it was likely wolves came in other colors than brown and black. Arctic wolves would have to be blond, wouldn’t they?

  I have to overcome my fear of shape-shifters. I have to believe in my heart that they aren’t all bad and that the ones here at the BDSM club are all regular people.

  Adelaide dropped onto the bench in the female change room. This was the place she always ran to when she needed to hide or to think. She could pace around the change room or just sit on the benches here and no one looked twice at her.

  I came to work here at The Dom’s Dungeon because I know I want to be a sub. I want a Dom of my own. Or better yet, two joint Doms. I like Mason and Wade. I like them very much, and I’m sure they feel the attraction between us, too. So all I have to do is accept that werewolves are just like regular people, not something to be afraid of, exactly as Juliana told me. Why is that so hard to do?

  Before applying for the receptionist position here, Adelaide had spent many hours on the Internet, trying to find a logical reason for her irrational fears. The most common reason for such terror was having been hurt by an animal in childhood, or possibly seeing someone she cared about hurt. But if that had happened, Adelaide had no memory of it. She had no inkling that shape-shifters were even real until she’d come across a hate page about them on Facebook. And even then she’d thought it was just a passel of misguided people getting upset over a fantasy.

  Until she’d read further and found out that the lawyer who got the Facebook page taken down was Allegra Lee. Adelaide’s family knew Allegra and had a lot of respect for her. Allegra was a protégé of Sierra Bond, a senior partner at Bailey and Bond, Attorneys at Law. Allegra was already a senior associate there. Sierra Bond was widely acknowledged as the most likely candidate to be nominated as the next Supreme Court justice. She was a brilliant attorney, and for several years now, some other attorneys had refused to take prosecution cases when they heard she was the attorney for the defendant, as her win ratio was so high they knew they’d lose the case for sure.

  Adelaide didn’t know if Allegra was going to be that good, or if more than one attorney in a generation was ever that good, but she sure as hell trusted Allegra and listened to her advice. So she’d asked Allegra if supernatural creatures were real. Allegra’s response had been a typical attorney’s reply. “Why would people feel such strong passion if they weren’t real?”

  Could that be why Adelaide feared werewolves? Because she’d read some items on the Facebook page and her mind had been polluted by their venom? Was that what was ruining her life? Was she letting someone’s evil spoil her best chance of happiness?

  She’d deliberately taken the job at The Dom’s Dungeon because she was interested in BDSM and wanted a Dom of her own. But a secondary reason had been her desire to overcome her irrational fear of shape-shifters. Now was the time. Wade and Mason had invited her into their personal dungeon to play a scene as a naughty French maid. With all her heart Adelaide wanted to do that. Maybe they were wolves. She’d do her very best to forget about that and just concentrate on the scene.

  Oh wow. A scene. Her very first BDSM scene, and with two super-yummy Doms. Adelaide walked into the inner room to shower and get ready for her scene. Excitement was bubbling inside her now. She refused to think about wolves. She would focus on punishment, and maybe sex, and the dungeon. Oh yes. She really was ready for this.

  * * * *

  The cosplay party went really well, and Wade knew more people would be booking parties like it in the future. Several of the women guests agreed to dress up in the various costumes, and he and Mason took them through a light-hearted and PG-only display of punishment.

  Ryia sold a surprising number of costumes and a hell of a lot of packs of naughty cards. Gavan, the head barman, mixed batches of mocktails that tasted just as good as real cocktails and had party-goers lining up to get the recipes. But Gavan just smiled and said, “Why not hold your next party here? I’ll mix the drinks for you myself.”

  Wade had to admire his fellow wolf’s clever answer. Mocktail recipes could likely be found all over the Internet, but the practiced skill of a bartender serving the clients with flair was an extra asset in itself.

  Finally he and Mason were free to go back to their dungeon. Mason had already purchased several of the costumes with Adelaide in mind. They’d start with the French maid tonight, but if all went well, she’d be back to play some more. Well, he sure as fuck hoped so. A damn good orgasm should encourage her for a start.

  He and Mason ran though a few steps in the dungeon to rehearse how they’d entice Adelaide into their arms and then went back to the Stage Lounge to look for her. Exactly at two twenty-five she appeared, looking a little nervous, but she came directly to where they were standing.

  “Are you ready?” Mason asked her.

  “Yes, Sirs.” Her answer was barely above a whisper, but their werewolf hearing was excellent. Wade’s dick was already hard. She still looked a little worried, but there was no hesitation in her steps as she walked downstairs following Mason. Wade went last, remaining just a few steps behind her.

  Dungeon Eight, their dungeon, was the last one at the end of the hallway. Mason pulled out his swipe card and turned to face Adelaide. Wade stepped up to stand beside him.

  “Inside the dungeon our word is to be obeyed. Do you agree?”

  She nodded without any hesitation.

  “What is your safe word?” Wade asked her.

  “I haven’t been able to think of one. Everything seems silly or able to be mistaken.”

  “Another BDSM community we know always uses the word parsnip for public events. There is only the one safe word, so everyone understands and knows what it means. That avoids confusion. Are you prepared to accept parsnip as your safe word?” asked Wade.

  “Yes, Sirs.”

  “Very good. If you say it, everything will end immediately. Do you agree?” asked Mason.

  “Yes, Sirs.”

  “Good. Your costume is on the chair. Go and get dressed.” Mason held the door open for her.

  Wade grinned at his best friend. So far so good.

  He followed Mason into the dungeon. Adelaide was already undressed apart from her cream thong and was pulling on the dress. It had a very wide, plunging neckline and an extremely short skirt. There was a white lacy apron and white lace cap that completed the outfit, along with a feather duster.

  He and Mason took up their positions, one on either side of the dungeon. Wade began. “Maid, there is dust on the spanking bench. Clean it.”

  Obediently she crossed to the spanking bench, flicking the feather duster over the top and also dusting the footrests.

  “Don’t forget to dust underneat
h it,” he ordered.

  Quite deliberately she bent right over without bending her knees as she dusted underneath the bench. Internally, Wade gave a huge sigh of relief. She wanted to play, and she wanted to be punished. He’d been almost certain that was the case, but fortunately now she’d made that quite clear.

  Mason said, “Now dust the counter.”

  After she’d dusted along the top, Mason said, “You haven’t dusted the handles.”

  Adelaide wiggled her ass as she dusted the lower set of drawers. Wade had her dust the eyebolts on the floor, and Mason told her to dust the chair.

  “Now we will inspect your work, to ensure it’s been done properly,” Wade said.

  He still had the piece of chalk in his pocket he’d used in this game upstairs, but she hadn’t been there, so he hoped she’d be surprised. He rubbed two fingers along the chalk, and then, keeping his hand curved until he was at the spanking bench, he pretended to check it before holding his fingers where she could see them.

  “Dust. You have failed to clean the bench properly, maid. You must be punished,” said Wade.

  “Climb on the spanking bench,” ordered Mason.

  Wade watched her face carefully and was sure she was hiding a smile. The edges of her mouth had twitched just the slightest bit and there were tiny creases at the sides of her eyes. Excellent.

  She set the feather duster on the floor and lay over the spanking bench. Mason strapped her in on one side while Wade did the other side. That was the advantage of two of them. They had her strapped in very quickly. Wade picked up the feather duster and tickled it over her bare skin. When she was least expecting it, he reversed the duster and spanked her on the thighs with the handle.

  She seemed to melt down onto the bench. That was another excellent response. This was going even better than he’d expected. He stepped back, and Mason lifted up her tiny skirt and paddled her ass several times with the paddle he’d collected while Wade was distracting her. That was another advantage of having two of them. One could distract the sub so each new sensation was also unexpected.

  It was excellent that she was wearing a thong. There was a lot of bare ass for the paddle to work on.

  When Mason moved back, Wade soothed her by tickling the feathers up and down her legs before spanking her a few more times.

  They unstrapped her, and Wade said, “Now dust it again, and do it properly this time.”

  They both had her running around the dungeon dusting all the equipment, and then Wade “found” some dust again.

  “So, paddling your ass wasn’t enough to teach you to do your work properly, you naughty maid. This time we will whip you. Take off your uniform.” Wade was a little worried that she mightn’t be willing to do that. This was her first time after all. But Adelaide showed no hesitation, stripping out of the costume and removing her thong as well. Her ass was pink, but he knew neither he nor Mason would have punished her hard enough to bruise.

  They handcuffed her to the chains this time and stood, one each side of her, with their favorite whips. Wade was determined to stop if she showed any signs of unhappiness, but she seemed pleased, as if this was what she’d been waiting for.

  He almost wanted to remind her of her safe word, but he knew she would have remembered it. He and Mason began slowly, not whipping her too hard, making sure their strokes were on different parts of her flesh so as not to bruise her. Wade wanted this to be hard enough to hurt, but not so hard that it didn’t arouse her. His aim was to make her crave times like this in the dungeon with them both, so her pleasure was extremely important.

  He ran his hand over her shoulders, down her back, and across her ass. Her skin was pink and hot, and she gave an erotic little shiver as he touched her. He longed to sink his fingers into her cunt. He was certain she was wet. He could smell her arousal. But it wasn’t time for that yet. Once a Dom fucked a sub, she became his sub and his alone, and Adelaide had only said that she wanted to play the game, not that she was ready to be their sub.

  Mason uncuffed her and asked, “Was that what you expected?”

  “Yes, Sirs. It was even better than I expected.”

  “Will you want to do it again?” Mason asked.

  “Yes please.”

  “Do you agree to be our sub?” asked Wade. Maybe I’ll get to fuck her now. That’s what I want.

  “I’d like to play more scenes with you. It was wonderful. All that I’d hoped for and even better than that. But I don’t think I’m ready to sign a contract to be your sub yet.”

  The Dom’s Dungeon had extremely strict rules. Before Doms and subs were matched for more than a try-out or play session, there was a multi-page contract explaining clearly what was appropriate and what was not that a sub needed to fill out.

  “It’s completely up to you. Totally your decision. You may get dressed and go now,” said Wade.

  She stared at him and then looked from him to Mason. “But I’m aroused. Hot and needy. Aren’t you going to give me release?”

  “We can’t. There can be no release from us until you agree to be our sub. Those are the club rules,” said Mason.

  “But I want to come. I can’t go out there all wet and unsatisfied like this.” Adelaide’s voice was almost a wail.

  Wade looked at Mason, and he nodded.

  “Sit on the floor with your legs spread wide apart. Let the cold stone of the floor cool down your overheated ass,” said Wade softly.

  She gave him a questioning look, but she did as he said.

  Mason took a large hand mirror from the drawers under the counter and gave it to her. “Look at your cunt. Hold your pussy lips wide open and see how pink and juicy it is. Imagine a nice big cock in there fucking you.”

  Wade had followed Mason over to the drawers and came back with a pink vibrator. “Switch it on to the lowest setting and touch your lips very lightly with it. Watch yourself in the mirror. Only the very lightest of touches now, remember.”

  “Now rub it over your clit,” ordered Wade. Watching her was making his dick harder than hell. He’d have to be damn careful to focus on her, or he really would fuck her. It was clear she’d be happy if they did ignore the rules and fuck her, but there was no way Wade could do that. The rules were there for the safety of everyone no matter how much he wanted to fuck this particular woman.

  “Now slide it inside you and get it all covered with your honey,” said Mason in a hypnotic voice. Once she’d done that, he said, “Rub the wet vibrator over your nipples. Wet your breasts with your own cream and watch yourself doing it.”

  She was moving slowly but confidently, obediently doing everything they suggested. Adelaide’s eyes were heavy lidded, her breathing heavy, and her lips slightly parted. It was clear she was very aroused indeed, and quite close to orgasming.

  “Put the mirror on the floor, hold your cunt open with one hand, and fuck yourself with the other. Keep watching. See how far the vibrator will slide inside you. Feel it fill your channel. Wiggle it around so it touches your walls and then slide it out and look at your honey gleaming on its surface,” said Wade.

  He and Mason continued to direct the way she touched herself, making her turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting when it looked like she might come and then turning it up again.

  Soon Adelaide was gasping aloud, her hips moving with her hand.

  “Now, Adelaide. Fuck yourself hard, and as soon as you start to come, drop the vibrator and look in the mirror. Watch yourself climax in the mirror,” ordered Wade.

  She stared, seemingly entranced, as her cunt, now a dark red, rippled in the mirror. Damn I wish my cock was in there.

  “Well done,” said Mason after she stopped panting and looked up.

  “You can get dressed and go,” added Wade.

  “When will we play another scene?” Adelaide asked, her voice still higher than normal and breathy.

  “Whenever you wish. But remember, there can be no real sex unless you’re willing to agree to be our sub,” said Ma
son firmly.

  I hope that makes her agree to be with us, but I don’t know.

  * * * *

  “A date,” said Mason firmly.

  “Huh? What are you talking about?”

  Mason looked over at Wade, took the remote control off his lap, and turned the television off.

  “Hey!”

  “There’s nothing worth watching on anyway. We ought to be planning a date for Adelaide.”

  “There’s never anything worth watching, but we sit and watch it every night when we’re not on shift anyway,” Wade grumbled.

  Mason waited. Any minute now his best friend’s brain would start working and he’d think about the real matter under discussion here. Wade frowned. Here it comes.

  “What do you mean a date with Adelaide? I’m thirty-one, not thirteen.”

  “I knew you when you were thirteen, and you weren’t dating then either. What I mean is this. We need to be somewhere she feels safe so we can talk to her and get to know her. Until we find out what’s holding her back, we’ll never know how to convince her to be our sub, and eventually our mate.”

  Wade sat up straight in his chair. “Damn. You’re right.”

  “I’m always right. So where do we go on our date? For her to feel safe and to be able to talk freely, that means the dungeon is out, and a movie won’t work either.”

  “Hmm.”

  Mason waited. He hoped Wade had some better ideas than him because so far all he could think of was going out for a meal somewhere.

  “We could always go out for a meal together.”

  Mason sighed. “Mostly, I really like that we think the same on everything. It makes life more comfortable. But right now it’d be really good if you could think of something better than that.”

  “Why? It’s perfect. We let her choose the venue so she’ll be happy, and all we have to do is eat and talk. It’s a no-brainer. Success is guaranteed. You’re right, though. We need to make her feel comfortable enough to tell us about whatever it is that’s bothering her. Dammit, it nearly killed me not fucking her yesterday. She looked so hot sitting there with her cunt wide open. My dick really didn’t like not being allowed out to play.”

 

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