The Dom Collars His Sub [Unchained Love 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

Jubilee loved Carey Williams with every cell of her body. Her only aim in life was to serve him. That didn’t mean she didn’t try to beat him in their long-running trivia battle. But if he collared her and told her never to answer a trivia question again she’d be content. If only she could love and serve him formally.

For almost a year now she’d been his sub. The scenes they enacted in the dungeon, or before the entire community in the barn, were the happiest moments in her week. On the rare occasions when he whipped her so perfectly she transcended into subspace, the euphoria lasted for hours and hours. Only in subspace was she truly free. But once the aftereffects died down again here she was, just a sub, not collared, not bound to the man she loved.

Jubilee had tried so hard to be the ideal sub. Pleasing Carey made her happy. When he fucked her or let her suck him she knew exactly what he liked the best and always endeavored to obey him in every detail. Maybe she should be naughty, disobedient? Would he love her more, would he want to collar her, if she was a challenge to his authority? Jubilee shook her head. No, she couldn’t do that. Only in their trivia games would she ever attempt to do anything other than obey his commands.

Blinking away the tears from her eyes, trying hard to be happy for Ramona, Jubilee looked around the barn where she, Ramona, and Gaynor were standing talking to each other. Well,
barn
wasn’t really quite the right word for the building. It appeared to be an ordinary barn on the outside, but inside it was just a big room with pale cream walls, heavy gold drapes covering long windows, some huge, floor-length mirrors on one wall, and a smallish stage in the center of the room. It was Carnal Connections’s meeting place and community center.

Jubilee’s gaze drifted to Ramona’s collar again. “You collar is so pretty,” she said softly.

Ramona gave her a hug. “I hope you get what you want real soon,” Ramona whispered.

Jubilee blinked tears from her eyes again.
Am I so obvious? Does everyone know how I feel? Or is it just that Ramona is so very perceptive?

* * * *

Jubilee was very surprised when she saw Larry Jones waiting in the small dungeon Carey always chose when he didn’t want to enact a scene in the main dungeon. Carey’d sent her a text message to come, but hadn’t told her anything more than that. He never did. Jubilee never minded displaying her body in public in a BDSM scene. It was actually quite weird. She’d never go topless on the beach, even though dozens of women did, yet being topless in a public BDSM scene, with Carey as her Dom, never made her feel embarrassed or self-conscious. In a BDSM scene all she did was obey her Master, doing her very best to demonstrate what a wonderful Master he was. Her body was just an extension of him. In fact, if he ordered her to walk along the beach topless, she would do so. But without him in control, she’d be much too self-conscious to remove her clothing. Strange, but that was how she saw things.

But why was Larry here? He was the business manager for Carnal Connections, and she’d always assumed he was a Dom, although he wasn’t in a relationship with anyone here as far as she knew.

“Undress and kneel, slave.”

Jubilee glanced at Carey quickly. She’d been so busy thinking about Larry that she’d scarcely noticed her Dom standing in the middle of the room. That sentence was one of Carey’s standard ways of beginning a scene. Jubilee forgot all about Larry being in the dungeon with them and hastily pulled off her jeans and sweater. She’d deliberately not worn underwear, knowing Carey wanted her tonight. All she’d been able to think about all day was pleasing him, making him proud to be her Master.

She kept her gaze lowered to the large stone blocks that covered the floor here and kneeled, hands clasped behind her back.

Carey’s hands grabbed her dark-blonde hair and pulled her head back so she was looking into his face. “Understand that what happens in the dungeon tonight will never be spoken of outside this room.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jubilee was confused. Whatever could happen here? They’d used this dungeon dozens of times before. Oh. Did he mean Larry being here? Was Larry going to Dominate her, too?

Bolted to the stone floor were several manacles designed to clasp around a sub’s ankles. From the ceiling directly above the manacles hung chains, so the sub’s arms could be tied or handcuffed to the chains as well. Carey gestured to Jubilee to go and stand by the manacles. Happily, she did so. He was about to beat her. Would he use the cane? A flogger? Or maybe he’d paddle or whip her. Jubilee didn’t mind. She was looking forward to demonstrating to him once again what a perfectly behaved sub she could be. No matter how aroused she became with the punishment, she wouldn’t orgasm unless he gave her permission. She’d be still and silent, reveling only in the fact that he would be pleased with her behavior.

Carey manacled her ankles wide apart, wider than shoulder width, then chained her arms up high so she received very little support from them. It didn’t matter. She was used to hanging from chains if she needed to. Finally, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, tying it firmly behind her head. Jubilee shivered with anticipation. When one sense was taken away, the others became stronger. That meant she’d be relying on her hearing and smell to know what Carey planned for her.

She wished she’d been closer to Larry. Was he wearing cologne? Did he have a scent that she may recognize when he came closer to her? Was he going to beat her, too? Jubilee was already aroused. Her wonderful Dom had established this scene in such a way as to make her nipples pebble with excitement and her pussy clench with the need to be touched.

She could sense movement around her, but Carey didn’t speak and neither did Larry. She was sure one of them was standing beside her, maybe three or four feet to her left. Then she heard the clink of metal, so one of them had knocked against the manacles or the chains, but that was all she could guess so far.

Jubilee drew in long, slow breaths. Soon Carey would Dominate her. Soon she would feel the bliss of her Master touching her, teaching her, leading her to an incredible orgasm. The whip sliced through the air, landing on her butt with considerable force. Jubilee couldn’t help her body automatically flinching, but she grit her teeth so no sound escaped her mouth. The first few hard strokes always hurt, but then would come the pleasure and finally the euphoria and the orgasms.

Carey never flogged her in a set pattern. Always she had to wait and anticipate where he might strike her next. Today he concentrated on her ass, whipping her until she knew her butt would be very red. She could feel the burn both inside and out. It was a good burn. Already the endorphins were racing through her and her cunt creamed with pleasure as he hit her. Her nipples were hard and her breasts ached with the need to be touched.

She could hear the whip moving through the air, but Carey wasn’t hitting her anymore. Was he practicing strokes? Was it to make her wonder where he’d strike her next? On her back? Her shoulders? Maybe even over her aching breasts?

Then there was silence, followed by the sensation of the many strands of the flogger sliding over her breasts and down her belly. The touch was too gentle. Her body craved more. But she knew Carey would understand. He always understood her needs and fulfilled them so perfectly.

Yes! The flogger flicked over her pussy, hitting her clit and almost making her cry out in delight. Jubilee pressed her lips together as she waited for the next touch. This time the flogger landed across her shoulders quite hard, then over her breasts and belly again.

Jubilee relaxed into the measured strokes of the flogger as Carey beat her more lightly this time and included her thighs and even her feet in his attentions.

Cream was pouring from her now. Jubilee was intensely aroused, desperately wanting Carey to finish her off, to let her come, to fuck her deep and hard.

“You’re very wet, aren’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to be fucked?”

“Yes please, Master.”

“It is my will that Larry fucks your cunt. Will you try to prevent him?”

Larry will fuck me? But it’s you I love. Carey wants me to let Larry fuck me. Will I deny my Master’s request? After all, he always knows what suits me best, better than I know myself.

“Since it is your will, Larry can fuck me, Master.”

“Good slave.” Carey stroked her cheek gently.

There was more movement all around her, then a strange pair of hands rested on her hips. Larry’s hands. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to feel Larry inside her. Her Master would never have asked her to agree without knowing she would be protected and fulfilled by what happened. Carey always knew what was best for her, and she trusted him that this would bring about a deepening of their understanding of each other, would draw them closer, not push them apart.

“She likes it hard and deep,” said Carey.

Then a cock pushed fully into her cunt and strange balls pressed against her skin. But there was something, more. Something hard, metallic. A toy? Jubilee was intrigued as well as aroused. What could it be?

Larry withdrew and pushed into her again, driving himself up high into her, slamming her hips down onto him again and again.

Whatever it was moved smoothly with Larry’s cock, and Jubilee suddenly understood he must have a piercing. A Prince Albert, because of where the jewelry was hitting her. The very thought of it made her belly clench tighter. Larry was fucking her, perfectly pleasing her, and the piercing was a little extra piece of drama to entice her mind as well as her body.

Carey’s hands were on her ass, pulling her butt cheeks apart, his fingers pushing deep inside her, two then three of them. With no more preparation than that, Carey worked his cock into her ass, forcing past her tight muscle ring, burning, burning deep inside her dark channel.

Her first ever ménage! Wow! Two cocks felt so different, so much better than a cock and a toy. Her tissues were stretched and filled with warm, live human flesh, not an inanimate dildo. She hadn’t thought she could be more aroused than she already was, but her nerves were tingling and she was shivering with excitement now.

The two men drove into her together, spreading her wide, wider, wider still, forcing her tissues to expand more than ever before. Jubilee was full, possessed, wanted. Pleasing to her Master. Carey pressed a kiss to the back of her neck then whispered, “You may come now, my obedient slave.”

Filled with joy that she’d pleased her Master, the man she loved above everyone else in the world, Jubilee exploded into a climax, her cunt gripping Larry’s jeweled cock, her ass gripping Carey’s beloved cock. For the longest time she shook and quaked, supported only by the men’s hands on her hips, until she sagged in release, hanging from the chains, her legs too weak to support her. Both men had come as soon as she’d exploded. First, Larry withdrew from her, then Carey did, too, and he immediately began unlocking her from the chains and manacles, although leaving her blindfold on. Carey sat her over his knees, her hot, sore ass burning and stinging with his sweat and hers, while he rubbed her shoulders and ankles.

He moved her legs so she straddled him and sucked her breasts. Jubilee wanted to smile. She loved when he did that. She wondered if he was going to fuck her again, but he’d been in her ass without a condom, and although she’d never deny him anything he wanted, he was always quite careful about cleanliness.

He played with her breasts, licking and sucking on them, rolling and twisting her nipples until her cream was once again pouring from her. For the second time that night he pushed his cock into her ass and began thrusting deep inside her, this time with his fingers in her cunt. Jubilee struggled to hold back a gasp of sheer pleasure as they moved together up and down on his lap. She was never happier than when in his arms, as she was now.

Harder and deeper he jackhammered into her, slamming her hips down on him. Then, just as he’d done last time, he kissed her neck sweetly and said, “Come.”

Her second orgasm of the night raced through her, and her cream dripped onto his fingers as he moved them back and forth over her G-spot while his thumbnail dug into her clit. All too soon, the aftershocks began to fade and she sank limply into his arms, feeling so loved and cherished, wanting to hold him and kiss him in return. But she couldn’t unless he gave her permission.

Finally, he undid the blindfold and said, “Kiss me.”

Joyfully she blinked in the light after having been in darkness for so long, placed her hands on either side of his head, stroking his light-brown hair, gazed deep into his bright-blue eyes, and tried to show her love for him in the kisses she pressed to his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips.

Carey held her shoulders and drove his tongue deep in her mouth, tangling it with hers and possessing her in this way, too. Only when her lungs were totally empty of air did he pull back from her.

“You did well tonight. I’m pleased with you.”

Jubilee thought her heart might burst she was so happy. If being fucked by Larry was what Carey wanted of her, she’d do it again. But why did Carey want Larry to fuck her?

Larry stood on the edge of the tub so he could see his butt in the mirror over the sink. Carefully, he twisted this way and that for a glimpse of the red lines decorating his ass. Carey had a deft touch, he had to say that for the Dom. The faint stripes were neatly parallel with each other. Larry jumped off the edge of the tub and hurried into his bedroom to get dressed.