“I was a speech therapist and I just got totally burned out. The little kids were great to work with, but there were also a lot of people with acquired brain injuries and so many of them were aggressive. They didn’t want help to speak, they wanted to lash out at a cruel world which had left them with their injuries. I could see their pain, but got exhausted trying to encourage them to look past the present and into the future. So I quit and came up here to rest.”
“So you knew the hot springs were here? Do they take paying guests, like a hotel, or did you know about the place already?” asked Andorra.
“It’s not a hotel. There are some vacant rooms for when the managers of the transportation business need to come here to visit with Master Kingston. But I knew about the springs from a friend who dated Master Kingston for a while.”
Andorra was very grateful for the open way Nevis was answering all her questions. She crossed her fingers superstitiously, and asked, “What about the BDSM here? Can you tell me something about that?”
“Master Kingston is a BDSM Dom and he lives the BDSM lifestyle. Some of the other people here do, too. Do you know anything about the BDSM lifestyle?”
“Not much. My stepbrother took me to a BDSM club and I found the whole concept very intriguing. I think it would be really wonderful to have someone who cares so much about me that he’s focused on my pleasure. I’d be happy to serve such a man. Not that it’s going to happen of course. Do you have a Dom? Or is that a rude question? I’m sorry, I don’t know the etiquette. I don’t mean to be impolite.” Andorra rolled onto her side so she was staring directly at Nevis. The water was so warm it was like being in a giant bathtub, except for the rocky base and surroundings.
“I don’t mind answering you. I’d love to have a Dom of my own again. Long ago a Dom introduced me to the lifestyle and we were very happy for a couple of years. But just when I thought our arrangement would be permanent he seemed to change. Gradually I understood he was no longer happy in the role and eventually we parted. When I moved up here into the mountains I thought perhaps I might find a new Dom, but that hasn’t happened yet.”
“I’m sorry. I hope you find the right man.”
Nevis smiled at her. “Maybe it’ll be you who finds a Dom. What do you think of that idea?”
* * * *
Raleigh went to Kingston’s office to tell him he’d decided to do a brief tour of some of the more distant company branches. He wasn’t there, so Raleigh walked up to the top floor to see if he was in his apartment. When he didn’t answer the door, Raleigh pulled out his cell phone and texted him.
“Planning a trip. Got 5 minutes to talk?”
“Sure. I’m on the roof.”
“Just as well I didn’t walk down the stairs again,” Raleigh muttered as he headed up the final flight to the roof. Kingston was leaning on the railing, staring out over the mountains. Raleigh made his way across the roof, looking carefully at the helicopter to make sure no one was in it, likely to start the propellers any time soon. But the only persona round was Kingston.
“When are you installing the elevator?” he asked. It was a running joke between them. Kingston insisted having only stairs encouraged the werewolves to stay fit. Raleigh liked the idea of an easier life—at least inside the building.
Kingston flipped him the finger then turned around and leaned his back against the railing. “Where are you going and what for?” he asked.
Raleigh shook his head. That was typical Kingston. “Whatever happened to, ‘Hi there. How are you? Are you having a nice day?’”
“Since you made it all the way up the stairs I can assume you’re still in reasonable health.”
Raleigh grinned at his friend. He moved beside Kingston, resting a hip on the railing so he could see the man’s face as well as the mountains around them. “You and I are getting older every day and we still haven’t found our perfect sub. Our mate. Consequently, I decided it was time to visit some of the more distant, smaller branches. I’ll check the books and see we’re not being ripped off, look for some new customers, make nice with the staff, and keep my eye out for our woman. I thought I’d leave tomorrow and be away a week or two.”
“I went for a walk today. Over to the most distant spring.”
Raleigh stared at Kingston. He knew the man had heard every word he’d said. Kingston was neither deaf nor stupid. Therefore there would be a reason for him speaking at a tangent.
“There was a woman soaking in our hot spring. A naked woman.”
“Naked is good. Did she have a nice body?”
Kingston laughed. “Yes, her body is very nice. It’s her motives I’m not so sure about. She’s with Nevis right now. I told Nevis to show her around the property. I’ll be very interested to hear what she wanted to look at and what she said.”
“How did she get here? And why did she say she was here?” Raleigh asked, intrigued in spite of himself.
“She walked up the mountain because she wanted to get to the top.” Kingston’s voice was deadpan and his face didn’t show what he was thinking. But somehow Raleigh knew Kingston wasn’t convinced.
“Well, she made it to the top,” he said mildly.
“Yeah, but is she innocent or not? “I’d like to get her into the dungeon and I want you there as well. If she’s another gold digger we need to teach her a lesson so we don’t suddenly have a constant stream of them coming out here and disturbing us.”
“And if she’s genuine?”
“Then maybe we’ll have found our mate at last.”
At the thought of their mate, Raleigh’s cock stirred and stretched in his pants. Oh yes, he wanted their mate so much. A strong woman they could fuck night and day. A woman who knew punishment just made the pleasure so much better. And an intelligent woman who could hold a conversation. Was there such a person? And was she here?
“How do you plan to entice her into the dungeon?”
“If she wants to stay here she has to accept my Dominance. So this is a win/win proposition. We either get ourselves a sub or we get rid of this woman and likely she’ll spread the word so others don’t follow her up the mountain to find us. I’ll invite her into the dungeon with me. When she arrives you’ll be there as well, as an independent witness. If she can’t take the punishment she doesn’t deserve the pleasure, and someone can take her back to the nearest town tomorrow.”
“And if she does take the punishment and the pleasure?” asked Raleigh, his cock stretching even more and pressing against his zipper.
“Then we can investigate farther to see if she suits us as a mate.”
* * * *
“Nevis showed you around properly?”
“Yes, she was an excellent hostess, thank you.” Master Kingston was looking quite fierce. She hoped he wasn’t going to ask her where things were, because she’d really only looked around in a very general way. The laundry was in the first basement. She’d remembered that because she really needed to wash her clothes. And there were communal living areas with a big screen television and some other things on the first floor. She’d remembered that, too, mainly because she’d never seen such a huge TV before.
“Are you ready to come to the dungeon and play a scene with me as my slave now?”
Already? Today? But what was the purpose of waiting? Nevis had reminded her of what she’d heard at the BDSM club. A true Master might push his sub’s boundaries a bit, but he would never do anything that the sub truly didn’t want to do. It was all about learning that pleasure comes from pain. The sub had to completely trust the Dom and only then would she experience a truly spectacular release. Andorra straightened her body and looked him in the eyes. “Yes.”
Nevis had shown Andorra inside the big main dungeon, on the lowest level, not far from the hot spring. Master Kingston took her now into one of the much smaller dungeons. It had rock walls and a stone floor and almost no furniture in it. Andorra wondered what they would do in here.
Master Kingston stood in the center of
the small room and his black eyes captured her complete attention. It was almost as if he was staring all the way into her soul.
“In this room I am the Master and you are the slave. Do you understand this, Andorra?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You agree of your own freewill that I am in control in this room?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Undress. You must always be naked in my presence.”
Andorra hoped he was going to get naked as well. But she had no problem with that instruction. He was incredibly good looking. Very broad shouldered and muscular, with strong-looking arms and sturdy thighs. She truly wouldn’t mind having his body wrapped around hers tonight.
It only took her a couple of minutes to strip out of her boots, jeans and sweater for the third—or was it the fourth—time today. She waited where she stood, knowing he’d give her instructions of what he wanted her to do. Much to her delight, he undressed as well.
“Kneel at my feet. You are my slave. As well as being naked, you should remain on your knees until I tell you what to do. Now, look at my face and pay attention.”
Andorra looked up at him. She’d thought from the BDSM club, subs were supposed to keep their gaze lowered. But maybe he was telling her to look up just while he gave her some instructions.
“I’m going to bite your tits until they bleed, but you’ll only want more of me because you’ll come so fucking hard you’ll pass out with ecstasy. You’ll suck my cock again and again and again without complaining. You will fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. You’ll let them do whatever they want, and let them shoot their jism anywhere on you they want to, even in your face or your hair. Do you understand, slave?”
Master Kingston’s voice was harsh and demanding, his eyes daring her to run away or scream or cry. But they weren’t cold and he wasn’t angry. It was almost as if he were reciting a set speech, something out of a play that he’d rehearsed to sound tough. Andorra wasn’t prepared to say he wouldn’t do those things, although she suspected he wouldn’t, but he certainly wouldn’t hurt her, apart from in a pleasurable way. If he said biting her breasts would bring her to orgasm, then it would. She didn’t doubt it. So she replied, “I understand.” She understood what he was saying to her, and she understood that what he said was meant to sound very horrifying. But she wasn’t frightened away by his words.
He walked to the corner of the room and brought a straight-back wooden chair into the center of the room and sat on it. He spread his legs wide apart and said, “Let’s see if you’re any use to me. Suck my cock.”
This wouldn’t be too difficult. In the neighborhood where Andorra had grown up every girl over the age of thirteen knew how to give a blow job. She crept a little closer to him and cupped his balls with one hand while feeding his cock into her mouth with the other. She licked up and down his shaft, flattening her tongue on it and getting him nice and wet, before sucking the head of his cock into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks for extra suction.
Next she let him out a little way to scrape her teeth over his cockhead and lick around the ridge where the head joined the shaft. She sucked his balls into her mouth, one after the other, before nibbling the length of his shaft and sucking his head again. He was huge, engorged, and dripping pre-cum. She was certain she’d be able to make him explode and pass this test.
Instead, he said harshly, “Enough.”
She looked up into his face and he pulled her onto his lap, face down, and stroked her ass. “Have you been spanked before?”
“Not since I was about five years old.”
He pressed one hand firmly on her shoulders, holding her flat over his spread legs, then his other hand slammed down on her ass. Damn it hurt. He hit very hard and his hand was big, covering a lot of her ass cheek. He spanked her again and again, first one cheek, then the other, his grip on her never loosening. After a few strokes, Andorra relaxed into the rhythm and discovered the fire spreading out from her punished ass was sending heat flickering into her cunt. Her pussy began creaming at his strokes, and her nipples pebbled on his thighs. Just as she’d been told it would, the spanking was morphing into pure pleasure.
Then his fingers were in her cunt, collecting her cream and massaging it into her anus. Again and again his fingers went from front to back, massaging and opening her until he had several fingers inside her ass, stretching the tissues there.
“Have you been fucked in the ass before, Andorra?”
“No, Master.”
“It’ll hurt, but you’ll come hard. A woman’s ass is tighter than her cunt. You’ll let me fuck you there and you’ll like it. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
He spanked her one last time, then lifted her off his knee and held her ass cheeks apart with one hand, while he fitted his cock at her back door. Before she understood exactly what he planned, he gripped her waist with both hands and slammed her down on his cock, forcing it deep inside her ass. The pain was like a knife, searing into her ass, and then he wiggled his cock inside her and her cunt began to cream, again.
He forced her legs wide apart, wrapping his own legs around hers, and finally set his hand on her breasts, pinching her nipples.
At that moment Andorra realized there was another man in the dungeon, leaning against the wall, tugging on his cock.
“This is Raleigh. He’s going to fuck you, too. Like me, he’ll be fucking you bareback and you will allow us to do this. Say you agree.”
“Yes, Master.”
For a moment Andorra wondered whether she was being stupid. Then she shrugged it off. After all, she was the woman who’d hiked up a mountain and kept hiking even after she had no food left. She wasn’t exactly a poster girl for sensible right now.
Raleigh kneeled between her legs while Kingston wiggled the two of them right to the edge of the chair. Raleigh drove his cock into her cunt and for a moment she thought her body might split apart from the extreme fullness of a cock in her ass and another cock in her pussy. And both of them damn big cocks at that. Raleigh pushed and wiggled a fraction deeper inside her then held her hips. Kingston’s hands were on her breasts and he was pulling and twisting at her nipples already. His touch was just a fraction short of painful, sending shards of sensation into her breasts that connected with the fire in her pussy.
Then both men were pulling out and thrusting into her, using her body as they wanted to and all she could do was grip Raleigh’s shoulders and hang on. There were too many different pieces of information for her brain to process them all. It was the first time she’d ever had a cock in her ass, the first time two men had fucked her together, the first time she’d been in a dungeon. Andorra supposed as a dungeon scene it was mild. Kingston had acted very much the Master and she believed he was a Dom. He had the aura of power and control. But she’d never thought he’d hurt her. He’d promised her a massive orgasm and everything was pointing to that happening very soon.
The orgasm was coiling in her belly, growing, becoming demanding. It was so close.
Kingston’s fingers pinched her nipples, and Raleigh dug a fingernail into her clit. Andorra screamed as the climax roared through her like an out-of-control locomotive. Her pussy and ass muscles gripped the cocks inside her as she came and came, then both men pounded into her again and her body was filled with cum, her ass and cunt overflowing with their seed.
Andorra was too limp from her orgasm to move, but Kingston picked her up and half dragged her into the next room, which was a shower. Here both men cleaned her then Kingston filled her ass with cool gel.
“You did well, slave. Now go and wait in the TV room on the ground floor. Nevis will tell you which room you can stay in tonight.”
Andorra nodded. She hoped Nevis got there soon. All she wanted to do was sleep and sleep and sleep some more. Even though her stomach was empty again she couldn’t think about food. Just sleep.
* * * *
Kingston stared at Andorra’s back as she left the dungeon. He
wanted to run after her, scoop her into his arms, and tuck her up in his bed all night. He’d never fucked anyone as tight as she was. He wasn’t small in the dick department and he was used to filling a slave’s cunt or ass. But she was so tight it was almost painful. She was also the best fuck he’d ever had. He’d never come as hard as he just did in his life before. He kept wanting to think of her as his. His mate. But it was much too soon. He hadn’t even known her for twenty-four hours yet.
She was probably just another gold digger. She’d be gone in the morning, whining about her sore ass and his lack of gentlemanly manners.
Chapter Three
“You were a bit hard on the woman, don’t you think?” said Raleigh mildly.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Bite her tits until they bleed? Let other men fuck her? The day you let anyone other than us fuck our mate is the day I personally kill you.”
“But we don’t know she’s our mate. Likely she’s just another gold digger.”
Raleigh sighed at Kingston’s deliberate obtuseness. “And scaring her away is a good way to discover if she is the woman we’ve been waiting for because?” he asked.
“I don’t like that she came here. All the way up the mountain and right onto our doorstep. It’s not sensible or logical and the reason she gave for doing it is so stupid as to be unbelievable.”
“What? That she wanted to get to the top? Don’t people say that all the time about mountains? I’d have said it was a very natural response.”
“Not when she’d run out of food. If she didn’t know we were here she would have gone back down again to fill her pack,” argued Kingston.
Raleigh wasn’t convinced. He liked Andorra. Well, what he knew about her. He’d been able to read her reactions in her face because she was as transparent as a pane of glass. He knew she’d understood what Kingston was doing and trusted him. But as to why she’d kept climbing the mountain, that was a conundrum. Although he was certain he’d heard about famous explorers and mountaineers who’d done the same thing. “So what now?”
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