by Cara Adams
“I’m fine. Have you got any scissors?”
“Scissors?” Why on earth would Dorothea need scissors?
Ebony slipped through the doorway in a gap between the men and now Ivory could see into the cabin. Hadrian was sitting on Joseph’s legs, with the man’s arm twisted behind his back and his face pressed into the carpet. Merek was in a very similar position on Walter.
The closet door was hanging half off its hinges and Ben and Greg were pulling two more men out of there—men who were tied up. Ah, that would be why Dorothea wanted scissors. But where was Dorothea?
Just then she appeared from the bathroom, holding a container of what looked like artist’s colored inks.
The biggest man Ivory had ever seen pushed his way past her into the cabin. Ivory guessed he was Harry Harrison. She’d heard his name mentioned and seen him at a distance, but up close he was bigger than she’d imagined. And she’d always known he was huge. But he had to be six four and two hundred forty pounds easily, every ounce of it muscle she was certain.
“Is there a problem here?” Harry asked.
Ivory couldn’t help but smile. Men were sprawled all over the floor, and the closet door and the cabin door were both smashed. She’d say it was almost certain there was a problem.
Greg had pulled a gag off one of the tied up men. As calmly as if he was ordering a coffee from his favorite barista, the man said, “I’m Tybalt and this Zane. Joseph and Walter didn’t like not being invited to this party.”
Ivory leaned against the wall and giggled. Then she laughed. Okay, it was rude, she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. Anyone who could keep his cool after being gagged and tied up in a closet had to be one of the good guys.
* * * *
When Greg had heard that Ivory might be in danger, he’d wanted to run to her straight away. It took every ounce of his strength to walk at a normal, although quick pace to the cabin. The moment he’d arrived he’d known Ivory was safe, but that Dorothea might be the one at risk. He couldn’t let any woman be hurt.
Of course, the four of them were likely going to have to pay for all the damage, but it was worth it to know Ivory and Dorothea, a woman he both worked with and admired, were safe. Several more security guards and the conference nurse had all arrived, efficiently tying up and removing Walter and Joseph, and untying Tybalt and Zane and checking that they hadn’t been harmed. The nurse, Ay-lee, took them off to her first aid station, with a security guard to help them walk as they’d been shut up for several days.
Ivory and Ebony had gone back to their cabin to wait to be interviewed, and Dorothea was already talking to Tegan, one of the chief security officers. His turn and Hadrian’s would be soon, he assumed. Although he actually knew nothing, really.
It was so much later by the time that everything was sorted out, Greg hadn’t wanted them to go to the party, but Ivory had insisted everyone act as normal. Any danger had been averted, and they should resume their regular schedule, she’d said.
The party seemed to last even longer than normal. His skin itched to be with Ivory and he couldn’t take his gaze from her for a moment all night. He didn’t even want to eat in case he was looking at his plate instead of at her if she needed him.
“Now, tell us what happened,” he said to her finally, at midnight after the party had ended and they were all together in his and Hadrian’s cabin.
“Remember that day Ebony, Dorothea, and I soaked in the hot tub?”
“Yes. What about it?”
“Joseph and Walter insisted on following Dorothea into the hot tub, but Walter obviously hated being there. He sat on the side of the tub out of the water most of the time. I just thought he was crazy being in a hot tub when he didn’t want to be, but now we know he was scared of his fake hand stamp coming off.”
“Okay. But they are men from the same pack as the guys they tied up,” said Hadrian.
“Tybalt and Zane passed the tests and got places at the DADISP. Joseph and Walter didn’t pass, but they’re the sons of the former Alpha and the Alpha told Tybalt and Zane to let them into their cabin. They came here the night of the barbecue.”
“The night there were security guards everywhere,” said Greg connecting a few of the dots at last.
“That’s right. Security had learned some men planned to try to gate crash the party and were protecting the women. But that just helped Walter and Joseph to climb over the fence undetected and move into Tybalt and Zane’s cabin. Security hadn’t thought the interlopers would try to replace anyone already here. They were expecting an attack and an attempt to steal one or more of the women.”
As the story fell into place at last, Greg pulled Ivory into his arms and held her tightly. “I was worried about you. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”
“But nothing did.” Ivory brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his lips softly.
“Nothing bad even happened to Dorothea. My God, that woman didn’t turn a hair at bodies in the closet and forging ink in the bathroom. She was coolly wandering around looking for scissors to cut off their gags,” added Hadrian.
“Exactly. The banging was Zane in the closet trying to attract Dorothea’s attention but at first she thought it was coming from outside the cabin. It didn’t occur to her to look in the closet,” added Ivory.
“So, now that we have your attention, would you like to go to bed with us?” asked Greg. They’d learned the basics of the story. All the women were safe and the men taken care of. The details could wait for another day. He needed Ivory right now. In an instant his dick was pressing against his zipper and he wanted much more than an armful of delightful woman. He needed to be inside her again.
“Aren’t we going to play a BDSM scene first?” Greg could swear she was pouting.
“It’s too late to do anything too demanding, because you have to be up early again tomorrow morning. Well, it’s today now. But we could share in a little game of sensory play. Would you like that?”
Greg wouldn’t have believed his dick could get any harder but it had. He’d like to watch Ivory discover the different sensations of some of Hadrian’s toys.
“Hell yes.”
Chapter Six
Hadrian had been planning a scene for a while where he’d tease Ivory with various sensations. After the fraught afternoon they’d shared though, he’d thought that lying in bed together in each other’s arms might be all he could expect tonight. Instead she was ready and willing to play a scene with them. Truly she was an amazing woman.
“Why don’t you both get undressed while I collect a few things,” he suggested.
Once again hiding things in the cotton bag, he made his choices from his toy box and then undressed. This wouldn’t take long and he wanted it to flow smoothly into sex.
He began by covering Ivory’s head with a thick black hood, then tying her wrists together and attaching the rope to the headboard of the bed, with Ivory stretched out, facedown on the sheets.
She wiggled her body into the mattress, apparently not at all worried about being tied up and blindfolded. That was good. He’d been a little worried it might bring back memories of the men they’d discovered that afternoon, and leave her on edge and unable to enjoy herself. It was great she’d taken everything in stride and coped brilliantly. Now, his task was to arouse her to a spectacular climax.
Hadrian looked around the room. Greg was leaning against the wall where he would have a good view of Ivory, but not be in the way of what Hadrian planned. He really appreciated Greg. The man was damn smart, but as well as that, he was perceptive, and willing to work with Hadrian to make their lives better. He couldn’t have found a better man with whom to share the woman of their dreams.
Hadrian’s breath caught in his throat. Even the fact that they both wanted the same woman was totally amazing. This party could have gone completely wrong if they’d wanted different women and not been able to come to some sort of a compromise. Yet, instead, they were so alike they’d
both instantly fallen in love with Ivory. That proved the gods were on their side. His job now, was to reduce her to a puddle of lust so they could fuck her. And then their next challenge was to get her to agree to mate them.
There was only one full day of the DADISP left. She and Ebony might be staying on for an extra day to help with packing up and cleaning away all the special construction for the party such as the shops in the main building. He hadn’t asked her about that. But even so, that would be an extra day of work if they stayed on to help her. It wouldn’t be an extra day to relax and make love to her. No, this scene now needed to speak loudly to her, to arouse her, and make her understand completely and fully that she belonged to them.
Hadrian slid the feather out of his cotton bag. He trailed it up Ivory’s spine and then across her ass. Damn, he loved her ass. The cheeks were round and soft, but underneath they hid firm muscles. She was rounded and curved perfection, but really fit and strong as well. He loved that her body was soft and womanly, but that she was healthy enough to keep up with him and Greg as well. As wolves, they tended to be energetic men. They needed a woman able to understand their urge to move and exercise, and Ivory the dance teacher was a perfect match for them.
Hadrian turned the feather around and let the quill draw circles and spirals on her back, then rotated it again and traced over where he’d been with the feathers. He tickled her toes and the arches of her feet, loving the way her toes curled at his actions. She was ticklish, but knew how to control it, which was totally amazing.
With one hand he flicked the feather along her shoulders, while with the other he reached into his bag and located his pinwheel. Still running the feather lightly over the rounded caps of her shoulders, he placed the pinwheel at the base of her spine and rolled it up the full length of her back to her neck, and then down again. She shivered, wiggled, and made a soft mumbling noise, immediately cut off. He pressed the pinwheel a little more firmly as he ran it over the delicious cheeks of her ass, and then down her legs. With the feather in one hand and the pinwheel in the other, he teased her feet until her legs were quivering.
She hadn’t complained and she’d managed to prevent herself from trying to lift her feet away from him. She was a damn good sub. Many people would have had to be restrained by the legs as well as by the hands to play such a game as this.
Hadrian laid the feather and pinwheel aside and picked up his flogger. First he punished her ass hard, then he used it to delicately trail the strands in wide swirls over her back, ass, and shoulders. Before she could get used to that, he flogged her ass again, and then her shoulders and her thighs, before going back to teasing her with a gentle light touch.
It was time to involve Greg. He handed Greg a small jar of aromatic warming cream and pointed to Ivory’s ass. Greg nodded.
Hadrian stepped back and let Greg sit on the bed and massage Ivory. Greg began by putting the cream on her ass cheeks and massaging it into her skin. While he was doing that Hadrian collected the ice bucket and filled it with ice he’d collected and stored in the refrigerator freezer earlier.
Greg was massaging the cream into Ivory’s back with both hands now, but Hadrian noted he was also sliding a finger into her ass every now and then. Greg had guessed what he planned. The ointment would warm her skin as it seeped into her pores, gradually arousing her higher and higher. Once her ass was stretched and loosened with the cream, she’d be desperate for one of them to fuck her there. And whoever shoved his dick up her ass would have his skin heated by the cream as well, ensuring the sex was particularly arousing for them all.
Hadrian had thrown out most of the tea candles after they’d burned down to nothing, but he’d saved a few with some wax still unburned. Those were the ones he planned to use next, once Greg had prepared Ivory’s ass for him. He handed Greg a plain butt plug, not a vibrator this time, and watched as Greg coated it with the cream and gradually inserted it into Ivory. The heat from the ointment in her ass should keep her on edge for until they were ready to fuck her.
Hadrian waited while Greg went and washed his hands, before taking some ice cubes and rubbing them up and down Ivory’s spine. Once again she fidgeted and gave a few little squeaks, before tensing her muscles and lying still.
“Good girl,” he rewarded her, placing half a dozen ice cubes at the base of her spine, letting the heat of her skin begin to melt them.
When her was sure her back was cool and damp, Hadrian lit a tea candle, letting the apple blossom scent surround them. He held his hand several feet above her back and dripped the wax along her spine on the cooled areas of her skin.
As soon as it landed on her flesh, Ivory jumped and hissed, before resting back down on the mattress. Hadrian didn’t wait for her to settle. He dripped the last of the wax up and down her spine, and quickly lit his other candle and repeated the process, ending with one big blob on each of her ass cheeks.
He collected the remaining pieces of ice, dropping them into the ice bucket, before removing a hairbrush from his cotton bag. He ran the bristles over her shoulders and thighs, careful to avoid any pieces of wax. Then he turned the brush over and spanked her ass hard. Right left, right left, right left.
“Is our woman hot?” he asked Greg.
Greg kneeled at the side of the bed and stroked a finger along her slit. It came up coated with her honey. “She’s certainly warm.”
Hadrian knew from the ease at which Greg had collected her honey she was ready for them both, but he also knew Greg was deliberately answering so Ivory wouldn’t know if he was going to spank her again or not. Mentally he thanked his friend once again. The man was the best helper Hadrian could ever have wished for.
He dragged the bristles of the hairbrush up Ivory’s side, knowing they’d be scraping along the edge of her breast.
“Are you ready to be fucked, sub?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to be fucked.”
Hadrian lifted one of her legs and spanked the inside of her thigh very close to her cunt. Her thighs were damp with her cream, so he gave a couple of last spanks to her ass, and then removed the butt plug, putting everything back into the cotton bag except the ice bucket.
“Very well.” He removed the blindfold and untied the ropes, dropping them on top of his bag.
Greg had already put a condom on and handed one to Hadrian. Hadrian lay flat on his back on the bed, pulling Ivory over his body. She sat up across his thighs and pinched his nipples.
“About fucking time.”
“Feeling a little needy, Ivory?” he responded, pinching her nipples in return and watching her eyes close in lust at his actions.
* * * *
Ivory’s ass was on fire. Not from the fucking wax burn on her butt cheeks, but from whatever it was Greg had put inside her. It’d felt pleasantly warm on the outside of her body, but on the inside? Fucking hell, it burned and made her desperate for the toys to be replaced by nice fat cocks.
She pressed Hadrian’s cock at her pussy entry, kneeled up and slammed down on him, driving him in to the hilt in one movement. Ah, that was better. Now she was full. Except her ass was achingly empty and it was even hotter than her cunt.
She lay flat on Hadrian’s body and held her butt cheeks open for Greg.
“Hurry up, Greg. I’m dying here.”
“Who’s a needy little sub,” said Hadrian, pushing a hand between their bodies so he could pinch her nipples.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Less talk, more action.”
It took every ounce of control she could grab not to scream as Hadrian pinched her nipples. She was so hungry for them both every little piece of stimulus was driving her insane. But finally Greg’s cock was penetrating her ass, pushing deep, smoothly, and easily thanks to the butt plug and the teasingly erotic cream they’d used. She must put that on their cocks one day and watch what happened.
But not now. All she could think of at the moment was clenching her inner muscles
around their cocks and holding them deep inside her. Or maybe it’d be better if they just fucked her. “Move, dammit.”
Greg snorted and bit her shoulder. She wondered if he’d get a mouthful of cream and wax. She’d be willing to bet money that wouldn’t taste good.
Ivory wiggled deeper between her two men thrusting her hips forward onto Hadrian and then her ass back onto Greg’s cock. They held her hips hard, so hard that likely she’d have bruises there tomorrow, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they fuck her right now.
And then finally they moved, one withdrawing as the other pushed in. Their actions were harsher than normal and Ivory understood they were both just as aroused as she was. She wondered if Greg was being affected by the ointment in her ass. It served him right if he was, because it sure drove her crazy. She might as well get some extra benefit out of it via his neediness.
Ivory dragged her fingernails over the men’s skin wherever she could reach them. Their shoulders, their sides, their ears. But it was fucking hard to concentrate when every move they made was amplified ten times inside her by the effects of the ointment, and the huge orgasm coiled in her belly and just waiting to explode through her.
She took a breath savoring the faint remaining scent of the apple blossom tea lights, overlaid with the sweat of her men and her aroma of sex. She loved their musky, manly smells. It never ceased to amaze her how they could all three use the same shower and same body wash yet still smell quite different.
Ivory gripped Hadrian’s shoulders, closed her eyes, and concentrated on experiencing being with her men. They surrounded her, possessed her, enveloped her. But she felt protected and cherished, not consumed. She reached back to Greg, petting his sides. It was strange how quickly she’d adapted to being with two men. In many ways they were completely different, with their own personality quirks, yet in other ways they moved so smoothly, so completely united, it was as if they were one person.