Panther's Claim (4 page)

“I can't seem to find my clothes,” she
admitted with a blush as she used one hand to secure the sheet around her.

“Ren probably put them in the dirty
clothes.” He tenderly nipped at her bare shoulder. “So while he's out buying us
all the garb we'll need for tonight, why don't we get to know each other a
little better?”

“What do you mean? What happens
tonight?” She glanced at him over her shoulder as he held her spine tight
against his chest and groin. The position made her feel adored and protected,
both sensations foreign to her.

“Tonight is Halloween, complete with
a bright full moon,” he whispered against her hair as he stood, pulling her up
with him. “Tonight we can claim you as our mate and seal the bond.” He pushed
her down, face first across the bed, and grabbed both hands so he could stretch
them high over her head. “I think perhaps I should make certain you're ready.
We wouldn't want to hurt you because of your inexperience.”

She unsuccessfully attempted to sit
up. “Inexperience?”

“Unless you have taken a cock in
your ass while another fucked your wet pussy.” He made the comment with
amusement as he pushed the sheet she'd used to cover herself high enough to
expose her round rear. “I take it from your silence you've never experienced those
particular pleasures together before.”

Trey placed both her wrists securely
in one of his large hands and used his other to rub across the newly exposed
flesh. “Well I can make certain of at least one of those right now.”

“I… I really need to get home and
check on my cat.” All right, it was a poor excuse, but as much as his words
excited her, they also scared the crap out of her. Hell, she didn't even own a
cat.

“Oh, your cat will be fine, now just
relax. I promise you I'll make certain you're really ready before I shove
myself deep into your tight, virgin hole.” Trey released her and stood up.
Lyssa rolled over and watched as he walked toward one of the closets and disappeared
from sight.

Damn
girl, now what have you managed to get yourself into? Granted, last night was phenomenal,
but you've managed to get in way over your head again
.
Lyssa ridiculed herself once again as she sat on the edge of the mattress. Her
heart pounded hard in her ears. Never had she been so lost so fast, and not
with one man but two.

Last night she'd thought that
perhaps she could handle the type of relationship they promised. In all honesty,
she'd expected them to kick her to the curb this morning after they both
managed to get off last night. Now, neither of those seemed possible. They didn't
intend to let her go, ever, and she wasn't so certain she would be able to live
up to the expectations of this bizarre relationship. Like most women, she'd
always wondered and even daydreamed of having the undivided sexual attentions
of two gorgeous men, but the reality of the whole thing was a bit over the top.

The sound of the closet door
shutting drew her attention back to Trey once again. He smiled at her as he
moved across the room carrying an array of sex toys and other things. “Now love,
I want you to just relax and feel not think.”

Laying his treasures on the bed
beside her, he reached out and unwound the sheet from her body, then tossed it
to the bottom of the bed. Lyssa looked toward the items he had set down, but
Trey reached out and turned her face back toward him.

“You'll get to know what I brought
out soon enough. But first…” He slipped a silvery cuff around one of her wrist
then the other, making certain they were tight enough she could not pull her
wrist free while ensuring they also didn't cut into her skin. Giving her a wink,
he leaned forward to kiss her. Trey pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Burying
one hand into her hair, he held her still beneath his tongue's exploration.
When he finally pulled back, she smiled at her own breathlessness and swollen
lips. Damn she loved the way he kissed her.

Reaching into his collection of toys,
Trey brought out a dark, silken blindfold. Lyssa had never thought the idea of
being bound and blindfolded was a major turn on, but right now, her cunt was
practically weeping in expectation. The silk felt cool against her eyes as he
tied it snuggly in place, stealing her sight and increasing her anticipation.

Lyssa felt his hands on her
shoulders, running down across her arms and then moving to roll her pebble-hard
nipples. The action drew out a husky moan as she ran her tongue out across her
dry lips. “You keep doing that and I might forget our lesson and put that talented
mouth and tongue of yours to use.” Trey growled as he ran a coarse digit along
her lower lip, following the path her tongue had just taken.

“Turn over,” he ordered while taking
her by the shoulders to guide her movement. Once she moved into position, he pulled
her cuffed hands forward, so instead of supporting her upper body, her head lay
flat against the mattress with her rear held high in the air. She remained silent
in the submissive position and listened for his movement. Curiosity mixed with
nervousness pounded through her veins.

Lyssa jumped, much to his amusement,
when she felt him behind her again. Trey pushed her thighs wide, opening her to
him more fully. Sucking in a deep breath, she threw her head back as he licked
the moist folds of her hot pussy, stopping just short of the rigid clit
desperately wanting his attention. She attempted to push back against him, but
the manner in which he'd stretched and secured her, and his hands against her
thighs, refused to allow her much room to move. Instead, she spread her legs
wider, hoping to coax him into taking away the growing need she felt. Still he
lapped at only the slightest edge of her trembling cunt lips. His skilled
tongue teased her until she had no choice but to beg for relief.

“Please,” she whispered breathlessly
as she tried again to drive herself back against his mouth.

“Please what?” he asked, between
slow, leisurely licks. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want to come. I want your tongue
inside me,” she pleaded desperately.

“As you wish, love,” Trey told her
before he nipped the tender flesh of her ass. Using his fingers, he held her
open and thrust his tongue deep into her. Her muscles contracted around him.
His mouth receded to give its full attention to her tight clit as he rolled and
tugged it between his teeth, and fucked two fingers in and out of her clenching
flesh. The motion of both increased as she began to moan out her coming orgasm,
drawing her further and further over the edge.

“Oh god, Trey, oh yes!” She screamed
as her cream flooded across his hands and mouth.

Drawing his face away from her hot
flow, he continued to slide his fingers inside her then drew them up across the
tight star of her sphincter until it was slick with her fluids. Pressing
against the rigid muscles, he forced one finger past the muscled ring and
slowly guided it in and out. Lyssa tensed at the intrusion until the initial
discomfort passed, replaced by a slowly growing pleasure. Her body relaxed and
Trey added another finger to the first, fucking them both in and out of her
ass.

With his free hand, he grabbed
another of his collected treasures and pushed the switch activating the motions
and vibration of the device. A steady hum filed Lyssa's ears as she relaxed
once more against his anal stimulation. She vaguely recognized the sound, but
the sensation of his digits sliding in and out of her made her too distracted
to concentrate.

The sudden vibration of the dildo
against her still swollen clit as he pushed it deep into her caught her
unexpectedly and brought her to her second orgasm in less than four minutes.
That, along with Trey's gentle nips against the skin of her hip, had her
trembling and moaning in complete ecstasy.

She felt somewhat lost when he
removed his fingers and left the mechanical dick to vibrate inside her without
his added motion. However, the sensation was short-lived when his hands once
again returned to her hips, and she felt the thick, bulged head of his cock
pressing against the tight-ringed muscles of her ass. Lyssa cried out in an odd
mixture of pain and pleasure as he pressed inside her, feeding himself inch by
throbbing inch deep into the once virgin opening. Once he was seated completely,
he leaned forward, released whatever had held her cuffed hands, and pulled her
upper body up against his own.

Once she was more accustomed to his
size, he began thrusting slowly in and out of her, drawing out and pushing in a
bit further each time. As he fucked her from behind, Trey reached around to
grip the base of the mechanical cock and began to slide it in and out in
contrast to his own pace.

Lyssa could not believe how stuffed
she felt as he pumped both his own and the artificial cock inside her. Was this
how it would feel to have both Ren and Trey buried deep within her body? It
felt so good she didn't know which direction to move, afraid it would disrupt
the steady rhythm. Laying her head back against his shoulder, she simply did
what he had asked earlier and felt.

An ear-splitting scream filled the
air, and it took Lyssa a moment to realize it was her own as the orgasm broke
over her, flooding her body and mind with sensations she had only read about in
cheap romance novels. Her body clenched and milked him, and soon Trey's roar of
release joined hers, as he pulled the dildo free and pumped his hot seed deep
into her. The entire experience left them both to collapse breathless and
sweaty onto the bed in a crumbled heap of sex-soaked bliss.

After a moment, Trey reached over
and pulled the blindfold from her face, released the cuffs from her wrist and positioned
her against his chest. “You are absolutely perfect.” He smiled and kissed her
forehead.

“Is it going to be that amazing with
Ren and you?” She cuddled in close to breathe in his musky scent. Suddenly the
need to sleep overcame her, and she covered an involuntary yawn with the back
of one hand.

“No love,” he whispered as her eyes
drifted closed. “It will be better.”

****

Lyssa awoke, about an hour later,
alone once more. This time though, she found a thick, white housecoat across
the bottom of the bed. Wrapping herself in the soft cotton material, she padded
barefoot out into the hall and down the stairs. The entire house was eerily
silent, and she discovered a note left on the coffee table confirming her
suspicions; she was truly alone.

The few simple sentences were meant
for her when she awoke.

Lys,

Went
to go take care of some things for tonight.

Take
a hot shower and go grab a few things from your house.

We
will meet you here in a little while.

Love,
Trey

Checking the clock on the mantle,
she was shocked to find it was already three in the afternoon. She had slept away
the most of the day.
Damn girl, no wonder
you have dragon breath, stink, and could eat the rear end out of a cow.

Deciding a shower and her toothbrush
were the most immediate of her needs, Lyssa headed for the kitchen and back
door. She thought it best to slip out the back and into her own backyard. No sense
advertising her activities to the neighbors just yet, though she doubted it
would be a secret for long.

The pounding shower felt great on
her back as she lathered her hair with a sweet-smelling shampoo and washed away
the smell of sweat and sex from her body. She hummed a familiar tune as she
shaved her armpits and, moving on to her legs, she continued until she was
hairless from the chest down. The cool air rushing across her newly bared skin
as she stepped from the shower made her grab for the housecoat she had worn
over from next-door. Smiling, she found it was not only warm but also smelled
of both Ren and Trey. With her shower complete, her teeth brushed, her hair
dried and brushed, Lyssa grinned at the reflection in the mirror.
You look like the cat that ate the canary
and now is ready for seconds.

A sound from downstairs caught her attention
as she stepped into the hall. It sounded as though someone was shuffling
through stuff in the small living room, and she assumed either Trey or Ren had
returned early from whatever task had taken them away earlier. “I'll be down in
a minute,” she yelled as she headed toward her room to throw on some clothes.

“You know with the money you took
from me, I would think you could afford a better place.” The voice was a thick
growl she immediately recognized as belonging to her ex-husband Cliff. Tension
rippled through her. What he was doing in her home was a mystery she intended
to solve. Lyssa felt certain she had left him behind in Bridgeport with one of
his girlfriends.

“What the hell are you doing here,
and how did you get into my house?” She stomped down the narrow stairs to glare
at the man who sat on the couch with his dirty boots propped up on the coffee
table as though he owned the place. Lyssa scrunched up her nose at him. How she
could have ever thought she loved the arrogant man was unimaginable. He stood a
good inch shorter than she did, and he tended to spend more time in front of
the mirror than most beauty queens. Not that he was much to look at. With his
squat build and narrow eyes, he resembled a groundhog more than a man. She failed
to understand what she could have ever seen in him.