by Cara Adams
She turned it over in her hands several times. “A cock ring?”
“That’s right. Can you see how to put it on Simon to help him last through this entire scene without coming?”
Once again she turned it this way and that and then said, “It goes at the base of the penis just above the balls?”
“Yes.”
“And the buckle is at the front?”
He tried to hide his grin. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
Once she was concentrating on Simon he let his lips widen in delight. She was wonderful, so serious, yet so gentle, and delicate in the way she touched Simon. Smart, too. She got the cock ring on perfectly and then tightened it. He moved to stand beside her. “A little tighter. We want to hold him in tension until we can all come together.”
This time he knew his design would take much longer to perform. He was going to tie her into a cradle and hang her body from the eyebolts in the ceiling. She would experience the freedom of shibari then, a freedom of the mind as well as the body.
He wound four strands of rope above her breasts and eight below, forcing the breasts to be confined yet balanced. Then he made a rope holster for her across both shoulders, through the upper ropes and down in a Y shape to the lower ropes, once again confining her breasts but not touching them, and meeting at the centerline of her body.
Leif tied Tamara’s wrists behind her back, linking them to the rope from over her shoulders, which now led down her spine to her ass.
“Sit on the floor with your heels pressed against your cunt and your feet crossed.”
Once she was in position, he bound just above her knees and her shins together, keeping her legs folded, and then tied her feet together, the rope from her sternum now knotted around her ankles.
It was possible to do some really fancy knots and rope decorations, but that was for the future. For today it would be enough to demonstrate clearly to her the potential future joys that abounded in the art of shibari.
Finally Leif wound ropes around her upper thighs, running them under her arms and up her back. Double ropes were attached to her shins, her thighs, and her back. He joined all five support ropes together and walked across to the eyebolt, making sure all the ropes were straight and not tangled.
Leif brought out a ladder and climbed up it. Simon picked up Tamara, holding her underneath her body, and gradually lifted her up as Leif tied the ropes, raising them higher until she was free to swing above the ground, entirely supported by the art of his rope work.
“Close your eyes. Feel the freedom. Revel in it.”
* * * *
Tamara’s body was aroused. There was an orgasm deep in her core wanting to be released. But she closed her eyes, tipped her head backward and tried to relax into this strange hammock created out of her own body.
So much had happened today, it was almost overwhelming. Hell, so much had happened in the past four days it was practically unbelievable. She felt as though her entire life had been turned on its head, her world kicked off its axis. She’d walked through the sliding doors, fallen down Alice’s rabbit hole, and stepped out of the wardrobe into Narnia all at once.
Trinidad had always adamantly maintained shape-shifters were real. They’d talked about books they’d both read quite often. They exchanged books, reading each other’s favorite authors sometimes, too. Tammy always thought the heroes in novels were pure fantasy as were vampires, werewolves, zombies, and many other paranormal abilities. Now, her reality was turned on its head and she had living proof that werewolves existed. Or at least one werewolf did. That explained Simon’s constant need to be moving. It must be the wary wild animal in him always checking his surroundings.
Okay, she could cope with that fact. Simon was still just Simon, furry or human. He also had a pretty cool contact at Vukic Industries, whoever they were, if he could promise an unknown person a job sight unseen. Was he the head of HR or something? It didn’t matter. She needed a security blanket. A life raft before she jumped off the boat into the water. She smiled. The saying “taking the plunge” had never before been so true. That was what she was about to do. To plunge into a whole new life, a whole new world, one she hadn’t even known had existed last week.
That was a pretty serious decision to make. But now, sitting here suspended from the ceiling in a dungeon, the cool air brushing her ass and her cunt as her naked body swung slowly to and fro, she was ready to move on.
Mentally she ticked off the points she needed to concentrate on. One, the men said they loved her and promised to cherish her. Well hell. She loved them and who could resist the way they’d treated her so far? Two, Simon was a werewolf. Hmm. Yes, she could cope with that. It was way out of left field, but he was still just himself, the man she’d gotten to know over the weekend. Three, she would be able to work here as their PA. That had to be better than her current job. She’d miss Trinidad and a couple of other people, but already she could see so much opportunity to be a real part of these men’s lives and help them run their business.
A week ago, attending a BDSM club had been a dream of something she wanted to do some day. To find herself a Dom. Now she was about to become an integral part of the management of a club, even to living here. That had to be almost as much a dream come true as finding two men who loved her. Two men who had treated her so well, who demonstrated their care for her in everything they did.
Tammy blinked and sat up straighter. That was an incredibly important point. They always made her come first. They always protected her with their bodies. They hadn’t let anyone at the wedding be rude to her or ignore her. They’d acted out their concern for her over and over and she’d never even noticed it as anything more than good manners. How had she been so blind? They’d practically taken out a full-page advertisement in the newspaper, their love had been so clear, yet she’d only thought it was just them being nice. Damn, she’d been blind. Well, she wasn’t blind anymore. She was ready and willing to love them and work for them and with them from now on.
Finally she was free to concentrate on the dungeon scene. The ropes constricted her breasts. They were wrapped around her body above and below her bust and between the breasts constricting and confining them, forcing the globes into a smaller space than they were used to, engorging both the mounds and her nipples in an incredibly erotic manner.
Her legs and feet were tied together, close against her body, yet because she was suspended in the air, her naked cunt and ass were being teased by the slight flow over air over their nakedness. Also, cross-legged like this, her most intimate passages were slightly open, making the position even more carnal.
And then there was the fact she was suspended midair. She was completely in the hands of her Dom. Tied up in every way, unable to do anything for herself. Unable to move. She had to rely fully on him for everything. She had to trust him to care for her. And she did. Tammy understood that was what this was all about. Her ability to trust Leif and Simon to look after her.
Instantly her breasts tightened against their constraints and her cunt dripped cream onto her feet. Hell, that was sexy. To feel her cunt release her honey and then to sense it on her own skin. She opened her eyes and looked for Leif and Simon. Leif was standing, legs wide apart, arms folded across his chest, staring at her. Simon was pacing across the far end of the dungeon, his cock standing out in front of him, like a baton in a relay race.
“I do love you both. I see now that you’ve been caring for me, looking after me, ever since we met. I’m ready to mate with you now.”
“About fucking time. Can we fuck now?” asked Simon.
Tammy grinned and watched Leif. He was the Dom. The decision was his.
* * * *
Leif had known he took a risk telling her about mating and no divorce on top of Simon’s demonstrating his wolf form. It was a hell of a lot for her to assimilate all at once. But it had to be like that. Drip-feeding her one surprise after another wasn’t going to be a good solution. It was much better
to hit her with everything, and then let the shibari give her time to work through it all. And she had. In fact, she’d gotten it all sorted out faster than he’d expected. She wasn’t only beautiful, she was also smart. He loved everything about her. He could hardly believe how amazing it was they’d discovered her, their perfect woman. He’d always remember Peter with appreciation for inviting him to his damn wedding, because of finding Tamara.
“Yes, now we fuck.”
Carefully he untied her legs and feet, rolling his ropes up as he went. He untied her wrists and handed Simon a jar of lube. Once Tamara could stand Simon began to prepare her ass while he continued releasing her body from the ropes.
Once her breasts were freed, he cupped them in his hands, massaging them and sucking the engorged peaks deep into his mouth. He sucked hard to get the blood flowing through the nipples again, knowing she appreciated the pleasure-pain freedom from constriction brought. She was the perfect sub, her body built to be his canvas, and her soul reveling in his designs.
Leif stood in front of her and Simon stood behind her. Together they held her hips and together they pushed their cocks into her body, he into her cunt and Simon into her ass. They’d never before both entered a woman together like this, but it was fitting that this time they claim her equally, simultaneously, opening her and taking her together.
His naked cock in her cunt felt amazing. Fucking her anywhere—cunt, ass, mouth—was always good. But bareback was so much better. Her juices wet and heated his skin, seeping into him soul-deep. She was truly a part of him now, a part of them both. When he was buried balls deep, he shuffled his feet so he could thrust up into her as hard and far as he could go on every stroke. And then he and Simon began, slamming into her together, holding her down onto their dicks so they opened every inch of her.
He knew the fucking would be extra special for Simon with the cock ring on. He deserved a bonus for waiting so patiently for Tamara to decide she would stay with them. His own bonus was the sure knowledge that he would plan many exciting and carnal scenes for the three of them in this dungeon in the future.
Tamara dug her fingernails into his shoulders as she shivered in his arms. Yes, she’d be getting a lot of extra sensation from them being bareback as well, plus the scrape of the cock ring on her ass as Simon buried himself to the hilt inside her would arouse her more as well.
Faster they pumped now, as deep and hard as they could go on every stroke. He could feel her cunt beginning to ripple around his cock. She was on the brink now. Leif slid his hands up her body, petting and stroking her skin all the way up from her hips to her sides and then to her breasts. They should still be very sensitive from the shibari. He teased and tweaked her nipples, loving the way her eyes slammed shut and she pushed her breasts up into his hands. He nodded to Simon across her shoulders and on the next stoke he pinched both nipples.
Tamara groaned and her honey flooded his cock as her cunt convulsed around him, gripping his dick like a vise and milking him. He let his own control go, pulled out, and jack-hammered into her again, his seed exploding from his dick and filling her cunt then trickling down the insides of her legs. Simon copied him then leaned over her back, panting as their cocks spurted a few more times. They held Tamara firmly between them, her skin plastered to their bodies. This was where she belonged, in their arms just like this, shaking in release from her orgasm, her body full of their cum. Their woman for all eternity.
“I love you, Tamara. You mean everything to me, to us,” he said.
“I love you, too. You’re mine, ours, forever,” added Simon.
Tamara opened her eyes and kissed his lips sweetly, then twisted to kiss Simon. “I love you both, too. I know that now. Thank you for making me realize how much I wanted to be with you both.”
Leif smiled. “We have every night for the rest of our lives to remind you how much we love you.”
“Hell yes!”
“That’s what I’m looking forward to the most,” Tamara replied.
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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