by Cara Adams
Yaro suddenly wondered if this were all just a game. Perhaps the man with the money was just part of the act, likely her Dom, and he really would only give her pleasure. If that were so, the act had certainly sucked him in and a lot of other people as well.
The MC picked up a whip and demonstrated the correct method of using it at forty-five degrees across the body on the downswing, and then back up. The customer gave a few practice swings, but didn’t really seem to have much of a technique. Yaro hoped that was part of the act. Hoped like hell it was all just a planned scenario. When he glanced across at Zoan, his friend was frowning fiercely and even Shakina looked thoughtful.
As soon as the lights dimmed for the act, Yaro drew his cell phone out of his pocket and cupped it between his hands, holding them level with his mouth. Hoping it wouldn’t be obvious what he was doing in case there was a problem, he used the sounds of the soft conversations around him, plus some wiggling on his chair, to cover the soft click as took a lot of photographs trying to get the man with the whip’s face as clearly as possible, as well as good pictures of the woman and the MC.
The volunteer was not an act. He really had no style or technique. Yaro grew quite angry watching him slash the whip at the young woman, hitting her too close to her kidneys, and far too often in the same place, so her skin, instead of becoming a nice rosy color as the blood heated her skin in an erotic way, had raw-looking red patches across her ass and shoulders. After one particularly vicious-looking slash with the whip, the MC had finally had enough. He raised his hand, making a signal to his staff and announced, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, some slow, romantic dance music for you. Come out on the dance floor and join us.”
Instantly the lights dimmed on the stage, matching the low illumination in the rest of the room, and the three male dancers were back. Two of them unshackled the woman and wrapped her in a blanket. One man carried her out while two others removed the wooden cross. Still the girl made no sound or complaint. Yaro suddenly wondered if she’d been drugged. Her back and ass had to be hurting and not in a good way either.
The volunteer didn’t appear to be all that happy about being stopped, but the MC was talking fast to him and took him out of the room. Yaro turned to Zoan and they nodded to each other.
“Are you ready to leave now? Or would you like to dance some more?” Yaro asked Shakina.
Yaro was very aware Zoan hadn’t had his dance yet, but that act had been very unsettling. It was clear proof that something not good was happening in this place. Cramming in more guests could be explained as good business practice because it brought in more money and no one seemed to object to it.
The male dancers had been very erotic indeed, but that could be explained away by pointing to the fact that a BDSM club was not exactly a family-friendly venue. But nothing could explain that final stage act. The volunteer didn’t seem to have any technique or any care for the woman. And if she’d been drugged that was another issue again. It might have saved her some pain, but the act never should have happened in the first place. Yaro wanted to get away from here and tell Cooper what he’d seen. He’d also like to know that the woman would be cared for properly and that such an act would never occur again. But he had a sinking feeling similar things might have happened in the past. That would be how whispers were getting out that something wasn’t right here anymore.
Shakina stood up. “I’m finished, thank you,” she said slowly.
“Let’s go,” replied Zoan.
* * * *
None of them said anything until after they’d left the parking lot and were on the main road back to the farm. Shakina felt shaken. She’d been told that some of the werewolves thought something bad was happening at the club, but she really hadn’t expected anything like that. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. Maybe some outright nudity or even public fucking. But nothing at all like the beating of the young blonde. And it was a beating. Shakina couldn’t imagine anyone agreeing to be treated like that. Either someone had a hold over her and had forced her to agree, or else she was drugged or drunk. Or maybe even both.
“I see what you mean about that club no longer being properly run. That woman is going to need damn good care or she’ll end up in hospital with an infection. Her skin was damaged and it wasn’t just that she was so very fair either. He was much too rough with her.”
“A true Dom places his stokes wisely so the effect is spread and the skin properly warmed. But he also should have been stopped a lot sooner,” said Zoan.
“At the end, I wondered if she’d been drugged,” said Yaro.
“I did, too.” Shakina turned to look at him. She was in the front passenger seat and he was driving.
“There were drugs in the club. While you were both dancing I saw several people getting drugs from one of the waitstaff, and I might have seen something being placed in one of the drinks at a table near us.”
Shakina turned fast to look at Zoan. “Not that date rape drug?”
“I have no way of knowing, and I might have been mistaken. But there was one server who brought drugs around and he dropped a tiny package into a man’s hand. Later the man put it in one of the drinks at their table. Well, I’m reasonably certain he did. He hid the movements with his hand but I was watching.”
“I’m glad I asked to go there tonight. It’s been quite an eye-opener for me. However, now we need to talk to Mr. Cooper. This is a situation for the police.”
“Yes, we’ll do that as soon as we get back. But I’d hoped tonight would be memorable in a good way, not like this,” said Zoan.
Once again Shakina turned to look at him. “The early part of the evening was very pleasant. But I’m glad we stayed. I feel like part of the community now, and need to know the less good things as well as the fun stuff.”
She meant it, too. She wanted to contribute, to be included, and that meant knowing everything, not just the polished outer appearance, but also the underbelly. Besides, it was good to see the men from another angle as well. She’d seen them serving the community with the barbecue outside her store, and now she saw them caring for the community by trying to uncover whether something evil was present in the BDSM club. She liked that they had fully rounded personalities.
Of course she wanted them to be tigers in her bed, but she wanted men she could talk to and respect outside the bedroom as well. Except she was getting ahead of herself here. They’d never actually spent a night in bed together, but she was hoping tonight would be the night. Of course, she couldn’t stay up all night. She had a store to run tomorrow, and if sorting out their impressions from the club tonight took a very long time she wouldn’t be able to go home with them at all. She’d need at least four or five hours sleep. But it wasn’t all that late. They’d always intended to stay for both stage shows, so they were still pretty much on schedule. Depending on what happened when they told Mr. Cooper, of course.
While Yaro drove them home, Zoan texted Mr. Cooper and left a message. He’d scarcely hit send when his cell phone rang and from the number of “Yes, Sirs” he was saying, she knew it was Roderick Cooper himself on the phone.
Finally, just as they were turning in the driveway, Zoan clicked off the call and said, “Cooper told us to Skype him and tell him everything, then he’ll have a record of the call if the police want it. Once we’ve done that, he’ll call his friend, the chief of police, and they’ll go from there.”
Shakina felt happy about that. She could get everything clear in her head before she spoke, and that was good, because a lot of it was only the feeling that things weren’t right, which wasn’t hard evidence.
“Are you okay to come to our house, and we’ll set up the Skype session immediately?” asked Zoan.
“Sure.”
She followed them into the house, walking down a long hallway past a lot of quite small rooms, before arriving at a large room the entire width of the building, which opened onto a deck out back. It seemed the men spent a lot of time here, as there were easy chairs, a huge sou
nd system, an even bigger television, and a coffee table with three laptops on it.
“Three laptops?” she queried.
“I’m a bit of a geek. I like different ones for different things,” said Yaro.
“Uh-huh.”
He pushed two of the laptops to the side, and the three of them sat in front of one computer while he opened up Skype. Yaro looked at Zoan, in a way she was coming to recognize as the men’s private method of indicating who would do what, then Zoan made the call to Mr. Cooper. He gave a succinct account of the whipping of the young woman, and his observations about the drugs. Next Yaro added a few more things, and by the time it was her turn there was very little more to add.
“One of my main impressions was that no one really cared when the MC originally suggested some stranger could pay to beat the girl. No one gasped or screamed or even sounded shocked. The bidding was fine until the man demanded to whip her for as long as he liked. That was when the crowd reacted and the MC made some inane remark. Oh, that’s right, he said, ‘You can’t damage the merchandise, you know,’ as if she’d been a plate in a shop or something, not a living, breathing person. But that told me this kind of thing had happened before. It was as if he knew the man had a heavy hand and not much skill, but he didn’t care as long as the girl would be there to work her next shift. But she won’t be. She ought to be in hospital, or at the very least under proper medical care.”
Shakina stopped and shook her head. Likely she’d said too much. She hoped the girl was being looked after properly. Would people like that take her to hospital? Maybe not if they’d drugged her to keep her quiet. They’d just keep her drugged until her back had healed up enough she was able to work again, she supposed.
After they’d closed off the call she said, “I knew some women who would take a job like that. They had no genuine choices about what work they did. Women with a couple of kids whose man had deserted them. One school friend who’d had her first kid way too young and didn’t even graduate from high school. There are women who don’t have much choice in the job market. They mostly can’t even get factory work as the bosses tend to hire men because they can lift heavy boxes and so on.”
“Cooper will handle it now and the Chief of Police is an honorable man. There’s no sniff of scandal anywhere near him.” Yaro was doing his best to reassure her and she trusted his words. It was time to put the second part of the evening behind her and concentrate on the men. Did she still want to go to bed with them? Hell yes. Their sensible replies and honorable actions had only made them even more attractive to her.
Zoan lifted her to her feet and turned her to face them both. “May we take you to bed? It’s been our dearest wish for some time now, and we promise you won’t regret it.”
“I’d like that.” In fact, she’d have been damn disappointed if they hadn’t suggested it.
Zoan swung her up into his arms, and Yaro hurried ahead of them out of the door and back into the long hallway. She hadn’t paid attention to the rooms as she’d passed them, except to gain the impression that most of them seemed quite small. However the one they entered was the main bedroom and not at all small. There was a large bed against one wall with an old-fashioned dressing table opposite it. There was also a large free-standing wardrobe on a third wall beside a door through into what she assumed was a bathroom. Shakina had a content feeling that she liked the blend of styles, that the room felt accepting of her before she was placed on the bed where Yaro had just pulled down a pile of thick blankets, revealing crisp, light blue sheets.
Yaro now raced around the bed to the far side, opening the nightstand and taking out a box of condoms, a butt plug, and a tube of lube.
Well, that was suggestive. She certainly appreciated the condoms and she’d see how aroused she was before getting involved with the other things. However, a little bubble of happiness deep inside her made her think likely she’d say yes to whatever was suggested. It just seemed a bit fast to have sex with both of them the very first time. Although it wasn’t really the first time. They’d very much gotten up close and personal on the picnic rug last week after all.
She sat quite still on the bed as the two men practically threw their clothes off. Black boots and socks, black pants and shirts, landed all over the room, wherever they were kicked off, thrown, or dropped. Shakina had to work hard not to giggle. It was cute how eager they were to get to the next step. Besides, they both had amazing bodies. Zoan worked outdoors on the farm with mostly physical labor, so she’d expect his body to be toned and muscular. And it was. But Yaro worked with IT, an indoor job, and often sat all day, so the fact he was just as hard bodied was quite amazing. Unless it was their werewolf genes. Most of the men here at Cooper’s Farm had excellent physiques. Well, no way was she going to complain about that. Good genetics was a blessing and she was happy enough for them to bless her by showing her their yummy bodies.
Then two men were climbing onto the bed beside her, and four hands were tenderly undressing her. Her shoes disappeared first, then her shirt and skirt were removed. Zoan moved behind her to unsnap her bra and both men laid her down to gently lower her panties. Before she could catch her breath, hands and mouths were on her skin, kissing, licking and sucking, stroking and petting until every nerve ending in her body was on fire with need.
“Damn, you’re good at that.”
“We aim to please,” whispered Zoan.
“Oh, I’m pleased.”
“Pleased enough to come for us?” asked Yaro.
“Very possibly. But it might be nicer this time if we all came together.”
Chapter Four
This was what Zoan had been wanting to hear. He ached to make her his. To suck her until she screamed in delight. To fuck her cunt until she came all around him. To possess her ass and make her one hundred percent theirs. He knew Yaro had the same sense of urgent need. They were both more than ready to move the relationship along. Shakina was everything they wanted in a woman. Actually she was more than they’d ever imagined they could have. She was all woman, and yet a person in her own right as well. A person with a temper to match her hair and the kind of feisty spirit that would ensure they never forgot how precious she was and never took her for granted.
It was a good lesson for him. He had to remember that she was an independent being. Even though he wanted to keep her safe and secure at his side always, that wasn’t fair to her. She deserved the right to run her business. But at least now that she was willing to spend more time with them he could keep a closer watch over her. Zoan understood that he had to earn the right to protect her, but it was still hard. The Dominant wolf in him wanted to snatch her up and hold her in his arms forever. But he wasn’t stupid, and he was learning how to control himself. He had to, because he could never give her up. So he had to find a suitable compromise where he protected her and cared for her without smothering her.
He and Yaro hadn’t exactly planned what would happen next, but they leaned one on either side of her as he asked, “Do you understand that we both want to fuck you?”
“Of course.”
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No, but I understand it’ll be part of the deal with two men.”
Yaro stroked her bare arm. “We promise it’ll be very good for you.”
“That’s what tonight is all about, really, isn’t it? Moving from a date to sex so see if we’re a good fit for each other.”
“Not quite. We already know you’re the woman we want. Tonight we plan to show you that in a way that’ll have you craving for more of us.”
“More of you, eh? How about you both give me all of you now.”
Yaro laughed and sat up then pulled Shakina over his lap so her face was near his cock. Zoan grabbed the lube and slid down the bed, spreading her legs wide apart and settling his body between them. He stroked a hand over her ass. Her skin was soft and smelled nice, just as her hair did. In fact, every inch of her had a faint feminine floral scent to it, which was
very arousing. He’d never known a woman with such an enticing, yet subtle perfume about her.
He petted her ass and she seemed perfectly content. There was no sign of her trying to pull away or even mild disapproval. Since she was inexperienced with anal sex he really needed to get this first time right for her. They could always take turns, or combine vaginal and oral sex, but what they really wanted was double penetration. Only with them both deep inside her would he, Yaro, and Shakina truly be a united triad. She was the most important piece of their union, the one who would take them both into her body and make them truly a family. So he spent a long time stroking and kissing her ass, massaging the round globes, and only gradually inserting a well-lubed finger into her rosette.
Yaro was holding her hair, and she was playing with Yaro’s cock, so he knew his time was limited. Yaro was strong but he wouldn’t be able to hold on forever. It was time to change up the action. Zoan drizzled more lube down her ass crack then coated two fingers thickly before gradually massaging one deep inside her, gently stretching her so the second finger would penetrate her as well. She was so hot and welcoming. His fingers were in heaven but they had work to do. Her tissues had to be softened so his cock didn’t hurt her. She’d be stretched, but he wanted it to be only in a good way. This orgasm had to blast her into bliss so she would welcome them both to double fuck her in future.
He looked up at Yaro, caught his gaze, and nodded to the nightstand. Yaro grabbed the condoms, handing him one and giving one to Shakina. “Do you want to put it on?” Yaro asked her.
Zoan thought that was a good idea. It involved her in the next step of the evening while simultaneously giving them all a few moments to catch their breath and come back from the intense high they were on. He quickly rolled his own condom on then coated it with lube. On the one hand he was desperate to fuck her ass. His dick needed to be inside her, and touching her where no man had been before was the most carnal feeling ever. He couldn’t wait to get inside her. But he also bore the weight of responsibility. Simply because this would be the first time she’d ever been fucked in the ass, he had to get it right. There would be no second chances. The pressure was on him to make it the best experience possible for her.