by Cara Adams
“You need to tell them to fuck off and look for another woman. You’ll never find the right man or men if you continue to hang around with them,” said Ebony.
“Ah, but I’m almost certain the right man or men are not here. I’ve spent time with all two hundred potential Mr. Rights and not one of them has me longing for a cold shower. I’m either a hardened old woman or I’ll need to come back again next year and try again. Knowing that, it seems unnecessarily cruel to ignore the two men who want to be with me.”
“I don’t think so.”
Hadrian looked at Ivory who’d spoken very slowly. “I think it’s a case of needing to give them tough love. If you continue to be nice to them they won’t make the break from you and look at the other available women.”
“She’s right,” said Merek firmly.
Hadrian nodded. He agreed with Ivory’s statement as well.
Dorothea looked at both her friends and sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging. “Very well. I hear you. I’ll tell them to stay away from me tomorrow.”
Both Ebony and Ivory reached out to hug their friend, then all six of them walked Dorothea to her cabin door. From there they split up, Ebony, Ben, and Merek going down one path while Hadrian and Greg took Ivory to their own cabin.
* * * *
Inside the cabin, Greg checked the curtains were tightly closed and the door shut properly before he turned the overhead light on. He and Hadrian had spent quite some time turning the cabin into a sort of dungeon for tonight’s play. They’d pushed both the beds against the window, then piled all the freestanding furniture on top of one bed, leaving the other one ready for them to sleep in. Without the table and chairs in the room, and with the beds jammed against one wall, the cabin appeared much more spacious, leaving room for them to play.
Greg looked at the ceiling where Hadrian had drilled a couple of holes in the crossbeam and inserted eyebolts through which he’d threaded ropes. Hadrian was almost certain they wouldn’t lose their deposit. The holes were very neat and Hadrian didn’t think anyone would notice them. Greg thought that losing their deposit would be worth it if it meant they gained Ivory.
“Do you still want to try out BDSM, Ivory?” asked Hadrian.
Greg thought the question was a waste of time. Ivory’s gaze was fixed on the ropes hanging from the ceiling, and she was licking her lips and shuffling her feet. Her body language screamed “yes” louder than any words could say it.
“Yes,” she said, her voice firm although husky.
“Normally I’d ask you for a safe word, but because we don’t want to have dozens of other people rushing in to find out why you’re screaming, I plan to gag you. Are you all right with that?”
Ivory turned to face Hadrian, and Greg watched, almost holding his breath, as she seemed to be reading Hadrian’s face and body for more information.
“Yes.”
Greg smiled. Their usually talkative woman was positively monosyllabic right now. He hoped that meant she was so aroused she couldn’t concentrate on speaking. His own dick was as hard as a rock and all he could think about was sinking it deep inside her hot cunt or even hotter ass. Hadrian had given him an outline of what would happen, and his role to play, and Greg had to keep his aching need in check until the game was finished.
Hadrian opened the closet, unlocked his toy box, and took out a cotton bag bulging with toys. Greg tried to watch Ivory as well as Hadrian because this was all a performance to arouse her. Even Greg didn’t know exactly what was in the bag, but putting the toys there was much more dramatic than taking them one at a time out of the toy box. Greg knew Ivory would be looking at the lumps in the bag and wondering what each item might be.
“Greg, why don’t you help our lady to disrobe,” said Hadrian.
Hell, yes. He’d been looking forward to this. Undressing Ivory was like unwrapping a birthday gift. He knew what was going to be inside the wrapping, but revealing her creamy skin and luscious curves was fresh and new every time. Greg knew he’d never get tired of stripping her.
Greg had spent hours watching her all evening during the tartan theme night, and happily helped her remove a tartan shawl in the same fabric as her skirt. She’d had it pinned across one shoulder with a long stick-pin, and had tucked the fabric into a broad black leather belt. Once he’d put the shawl on the bed, he was able to take the belt from her and pull the skirt down over her legs.
Ivory stood quite still grinning at him, so he wondered if there was going to be some trick to removing the flowing white shirt she was wearing. He looked at her hands tucked onto her hips. Yes, the shirt had cuffs. Grinning right back at her, Greg picked up one of her hands, unbuttoned the cuff and repeated his actions with her other hand. From there he could lift the shirt up and off over her head.
Now she was revealed in a simple white bra and panties, plus black leather pumps. Instead of taking them off, he said to her, “I like that red tartan but it’s very different from Hadrian’s McNaughton tartan. Which one is it?”
“The MacGregor,” she answered, rolling her Rs.
“My tie is a Smith. I thought that was a nice safe name and besides, I like green.”
“But you were too scared to reveal your legs in a kilt, though,” she replied.
“It’s just not a thing I ever thought to own. Scots, or at least Celt, is evident in Hadrian’s heritage. I have no idea what my heritage is. But a Smith necktie is a safe bet.”
“That must be hard, not knowing your grandparents or cousins,” she said softly.
Greg shrugged. At times he’d wished he’d known who his father was, or at least whether or not he was fully shape-shifter or part human, but mostly he and his mom had managed just fine the two of them. It’s not like there weren’t plenty of other kids around from single-parent families.
Hadrian cleared his throat, reminding them they were about to enter a BDSM scene. Greg quickly bent down to take off Ivory’s shoes, then turned her around so he could undo her bra. A quick tug on the sides of her panties, and she was naked.
Hadrian pointed to the ropes hanging from the ceiling. “Are you ready to be tied up and punished?”
“Hell yes.”
Greg hid a grin. She was back to licking her lips and staring at the ropes.
Hadrian quickly fastened the ropes around her wrists and then took a spreader bar out of the closet. That had been too big to put in the cotton bag. He extended it between her ankles and cuffed them, forcing her to stand with her legs wide apart.
Greg looked up at the ropes. Hadrian had gotten the length exactly right. Her arms were extended but she could stand on the flat of her feet. His friend had the height perfect. Greg was not surprised. He knew Hadrian was a thoughtful and caring Dom. But to guess her height to the precise inch like that was a pretty neat skill.
Silently Greg moved across to Hadrian’s nightstand and took out the tube of lube. He uncapped it and left the cap on the nightstand then walked silently back to stand near the others. Hadrian nodded at him and he moved behind Ivory. He stroked his palm over her skin, teasing and petting her, sliding his hand over her spine and massaging her ass. Finally he covered a finger with lube, and while still teasing her skin with one hand, he began lubing the entry to her ass with the other.
Greg put more lube on his right hand, then returned to stroking Ivory’s spine with his left as he inserted one finger just a little way into her ass. She pushed back on his finger, accepting him and driving him deeper, so he began softening her tissues with the one hand while trying to keep her on edge with the other.
Greg smoothed his left hand over her breasts, rubbing his palm over her nipple, and then pinching it lightly between two fingers. But it was too hard to keep opening her ass while performing complicated actions with his other hand, so he went back to simply stroking and touching her skin so he could insert a third finger in her ass.
Hadrian must have been watching him closely, because he handed Greg a vibrator. Greg lubed the toy thoroughly, then
pushed it at Ivory’s back door. He wiggled the toy from side to side and it slid into her, until it rested between her butt cheeks, the bright red end peeking out at him.
Greg recapped the lube and put it back in the nightstand, then washed his hands. Hadrian was standing in front of Ivory with a ball gag in his hands. “Are you ready?” he asked her.
Ivory nodded, swallowed and whispered, “Yes.”
Hadrian flicked a hand out, slapping her across her pussy. “Answer me properly.”
Ivory blinked then said, “Yes, Sir.”
Hadrian settled the gag in her mouth, tying it at the back of her head. He pulled a tiny box out of his pocket and gave it to Greg. Now it was Greg’s turn to stand in front of her. He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, rubbing his tongue all over her nipple before sucking just the nipple, pulling on it to stretch and fatten it as much as it would extend. He opened the box and took out a tiny nipple clip. He and Hadrian had visited the jeweler in the main building today and spent a long time looking at the range of nipple jewelry.
Greg had liked this set right from the very beginning, but Hadrian had carefully looked at every item before agreeing that this set with blue flowers was perfect for Ivory.
Greg affixed the delicate jewel over Ivory’s nipple and tightened the clasp. He repeated his actions on the other nipple before kneeling at her feet. He saw the surprise on her face just before he ducked his head to her clit and sucked it out of its hood. He couldn’t resist licking along her slit while he was there. She was very wet. Clearly, she was enjoying the game so far. He attached the clit clamp, and hooked a chain to it, letting the chain hang down while he added another chain which connected the two nipple clips together. Then the clit chain hooked into the nipple chain. Now her body was decorated for their enjoyment and hers.
Greg’s work was done for now. He moved away from Ivory, her flavor on his lips and emblazoned in his brain. Damn, she was delicious.
* * * *
Ivory was so aroused she knew she’d come the moment one of the men penetrated her. Her nipples were hot and aching, but it was a good ache, one that told her a climax was close. The clit clamp was different again. Her clit was even more sensitive than her nipples, and she desperately needed Greg to touch her there some more.
Her mouth was stretched and full with the ball gag. It was almost as if she was at some formal event where she had to keep smiling at clients all the time. That’s how her mouth felt. But the ball itself felt sexy on her tongue, reminding her of a cock.
Finally the butt plug. That was the clincher. That’s what was driving her need so high she wanted to be fucked right now. Except that she wanted to be punished as well. She needed to know what it was like to be spanked or paddled or whipped. Whatever Hadrian planned to use to punish her.
She knew it was Hadrian who stood behind her now. She could always tell which one was which. They both moved very silently as so many of the wolves did, but she always knew which of them touched her. They smelled different as well. It didn’t matter if they’d all used the same soap and eaten the same foods, the two men smelled and tasted different. They were unique and identifiably so.
The first lash of the whip caught her by surprise. It landed hard across her ass and had a deep bite to it. Her mouth tried to open wider and her eyebrows rose high, but of course she couldn’t speak. She wiggled her body and prepared herself mentally for another lash, but instead the butt plug in her ass buzzed, making her shiver with need and her cunt drip cream onto her inner thighs. Holy shit! She hadn’t been expecting that. The plug was no plug but a vibrator.
Hadrian whipped her butt half a dozen times, the lash rising and falling across her skin. Ivory was able to pull her brain together enough to understand that Hadrian was deliberately hitting her a fraction of an inch lower on her ass each time, so the strokes were laid parallel on her skin, not one over the other.
She was still assimilating that fact when a flogger stroked across her shoulders, some of the strands landing on the skin above her breasts. Her breasts were hot and aroused from the nipple clamps, and even though the flogger hadn’t landed anywhere near her nipples, blood tried to flow to the constricted little buds in response to the flogger.
Ivory lost count of the whip landing on her ass, and the flogger hitting her shoulders, her thighs, even her pussy once. All she knew was that her cream was pouring from her and she was so aroused the slightest touch on her skin by Hadrian or Greg would send her spiraling into release.
She scarcely even noticed when Hadrian unhooked her arms from the ropes tying her to the ceiling, and removed the ball gag, and Greg uncuffed her feet from the spreader bar. She hadn’t noticed the bed being readied for them but in moments the cool sheets were against the burning hot skin of her ass, and Greg was naked except for a condom.
Greg tugged her onto all fours, removed the vibrator from her ass, and slammed his cock inside her in one long powerful drive. Ivory almost dropped onto her face with the force of his stroke, but damn, he felt good inside her. Her ass was more than ready to be possessed, and Greg filled her to perfection, his body leaning over her back and his lips pressing kisses to her shoulders.
Hadrian joined them on the bed, having undressed and sheathed himself. He lay flat on his back and Greg guided her over him. Ivory thought it must have been quite hard for Greg to stay fully inside her as they inched over the bed, but he managed it.
As Ivory straddled him, Hadrian held his cock at her pussy and gradually inched inside her. Her body stretched and stretched some more as he slid deeper inside her. It was hard to imagine how the system worked, but her tissues stretched and adjusted until both men were deep inside her.
Her ass was still burning hot against Greg’s skin, but she liked that. It reminded her of her very first experience of BDSM. And now she was about to have her second ever double-penetration sex. Damn! There was something to be said for a ménage. Two men paying attention to her was incredibly arousing.
“Are you ready?” asked Hadrian.
“I’m likely to die of old age if you don’t hurry up and get fucking.” To emphasize her point she wiggled her hips, wanting to feel both cocks inside her swirl and move.
“Fuck! I’ll come if you keep doing that,” complained Greg.
“Isn’t coming the whole point of this party?” she replied.
Then her brain melted as both men slowly dragged their cocks out of her, touching every possible nerve ending on the way. Greg leaned harder on her back, forcing her breasts to press into Hadrian, the nipple clips digging harder into her tender flesh and sending sizzling shards of pleasure-pain straight to her cunt.
She answered them by gripping Hadrian’s shoulder with one hand, and digging her fingers into Greg’s hip with the other. It seemed very important to her to be holding onto both of them, even though her shoulders were a little stiff from being tied up, and one arm was now bent behind her on a weird angle. But the sensation of being together, being united, was more important than some discomfort.
The orgasm in her core was curled tightly waiting to be released, but the men were pumping in and out of her on a steady beat, not hurrying in any way, as if they had all night to fuck her. Which, in a manner of speaking, they did. It was just that she wanted to come now.
Since Hadrian was the Dom, he was the one she needed to convince. Ivory wiggled her arms back around to the front and grabbed his head, holding his hair tightly as she angled his mouth to kiss him. She put everything she had into the kiss. All her need, all her desires, all her growing love for the two men. And she didn’t stop until her lungs were empty and she needed oxygen more than she needed to come.
Greg raised himself up off her back a little and slid one hand over her hip until he could reach the chain connected her clit clamp. “A little needy, are we?” he teased her, giving the chain a sharp tug.
The clamp gripped her tightly, sending hot flashes of pain to her core, and honey flooding over Hadrian’s cock.
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��She liked that,” said Hadrian, grabbing the nipple chain. Soon both men were pulling the chains in time to their pumping in and out of her cunt and her ass.
Ivory could no longer think or do anything except lie between them absorbing all the sensations from every part of her body. Her nipples and her clit, her cunt and her ass, all were on fire with need. Never had she been so desperate to climax in her life before.
Both men pulled out and slammed into her, then did it again. The climax roared up through her body, harder than anything she’d ever felt. Her mouth opened and her head tilted back to scream, but Hadrian claimed her lips to smother her cries of release. Again and again the orgasm raced through her, more and more aftershocks shaking every bone in her body, until finally she rested on Hadrian’s chest panting as if she’d run a four-minute mile.
Hadrian carried her into the shower where he and Greg cleaned her up. Back in the bed he rolled her onto her front. Ivory was expecting him to put gel in her ass again and he did, but he also slipped the vibrator in as well, then slapped her hard on her pink ass.
“Just so you don’t forget your first BDSM scene too quickly,” he said.
Forget? Oh no, she’d never forget it. She had far too much to think about and absorb. But how was she supposed to sleep tonight with a butt plug in her ass keeping her constantly aroused and needy?
Chapter Five
Hadrian deliberately let Ivory sleep for five hours before he decided it was time to claim her again. She needed to know they loved her, and to agree to be theirs and to his mind the best way to that was to keep giving her breathtaking orgasms.
He woke Greg, pulled the blankets off them all, and then started turning the vibrator on. Damn, she was lovely when she was asleep. She wiggled a bit and then rubbed her ass against the bed, and finally her eyes snapped open and she stared at the men. Hadrian turned the vibrator to the highest setting and gave it a long burst until she groaned. “Dammit, that’s not fair.”