Use Me [Dungeon Masters 5] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (9 page)

Ah fuck!
That was the whole point. They were going to walk her through the BDSM club with the fucking dildo and flogger strands hanging out of her ass like a fucking tail! Fucking hell!

As soon as Darcy had seen the trench coat, he’d known how to use it in a scene. Of course, he couldn’t expose who she was. Her ass, yes, with its neat row of pink lines from the whip, complemented by the flogger tail hanging out of her pretty rosette. But not her face. He found a ball gag and a mask in the top drawer under the counter in the dungeon, and slid the ball gag into her mouth, tightening the straps around her head to hold it in place. Next, he popped a plain black hood over her head, covering her down to her shoulders.

He picked up her tiny bra and thong, holding them in his left hand, and unlocked the dungeon with his right hand, waving Raff to lead Violet through the doorway. She moved slowly and cautiously with the spreader bar manacled to her feet, but that was good. It’d give her ass a nice sway, ensuring the coat flaps opened and the cold air teased over her hot ass and made her tail move. Although just her slow pace would waggle the flogger anyway.

He led them up the stairs, to the main level, noticing that she managed very well for someone not used to walking locked in a spreader bar. Then he slowly guided her through two of the private rooms, letting everyone there see her. He twirled her underwear on his finger as they walked, and caught the nods of appreciation from several other Doms. Only then did he lead the way to the elevator and the room he’d rented for the night. Now would come the next part of the program. Giving her some orgasms.

He’d talked this part of the evening through with Raff as well. Tonight he’d take her ass and Raff her cunt. Since they were supposed to accompany her to brunch in the morning, he hoped that would mean she’d spend the entire night with them. In the morning they should have time to play another game, if she was willing. And between him and Raff, he thought he could ensure she was not just willing, but desperate for their mouths, hands, and cocks again.

Once they arrived in their room, he dropped her underwear on a chair and unlocked the spreader bar. Likely her knees would be somewhat tired from walking in it but it’d served its purpose and they’d played their scene. His wolf senses could smell the heady aroma of her womanly musk. So he knew the public exhibition had aroused her, not upset her.

Raff removed her coat, hood, and ball gag, and then Darcy said, “The scene is over now. How did it make you feel?”

“Forget all the touchy-feely HR PR bullshit and take me to bed and fuck me. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for the past half hour.”

Raff laughed and he snorted. Yes, that was his pushy woman running true to form.

“Answer the question or there will be no orgasms.”

“Hot damn! All right. It was damn hard to walk in the fucking spreader bar. I was hoping like hell I didn’t see anyone who knew me. But actually it was very exciting.”

“Good answer.”

“So why aren’t you both naked yet?”

“Why don’t you look in the nightstand and find us some condoms instead of talking?”

He couldn’t resist pushing her back when she pushed him, but condoms were needed and it wouldn’t take him very long to strip out of his Dom’s outfit. He’d modified it a little, knowing they were going out to brunch in the morning, and hoping she’d spend the night with him and Raff. That meant he was wearing black jeans instead of his black leather pants. Also, he’d put a yellow T-shirt and sweater in his truck to change into from the tight black turtleneck he was wearing right now.

She’d set out some condoms on the nightstand and was waiting for his instructions. “Come here,” he asked gently. As she came across, he turned her round and Raff took her into his arms, kissing her. With her attention on Raff, he began playing with the dildo, fucking her just a little with it.

Raff’s hands were on her breasts, so Darcy slid a couple of fingers into her cunt. She was very wet, more than ready for them. Reluctantly he removed the dildo from her ass, and laid it on the chair with her underwear. When Raff lifted his lips from Violet’s, Darcy nodded toward the bed. Raff picked her up and carried her across to it, laying her carefully in the center, on red silk sheets. Darcy climbed on one side as Raff joined them on the other side. The condoms were on his side of the bed so he rolled one down his cock and handed one to Raff then lay on his side, turning Violet onto her side as well, and lifting her upper leg high.

Darcy opened her ass cheeks and fit his cock to her back door. The heat from her ass was incredibly arousing. His dick popped through the tight muscles of her entry easily, sliding deep inside her with only a couple of thrusts. Then her hot little ass was pressed hard against his pelvis, filling him with pride, possession, and lust.

Once he was settled, Raff wiggled in closer to Violet, sliding his leg underneath hers, but on top of Darcy’s. This time they withdrew together. It was a bit more complicated in this position, but it was very much a united triad position. Their legs and arms were completely interwoven, so they were totally a single unit as he and Raff worked to pleasure Violet.

He tried to move as slowly as possible, but the entire dungeon scene had been foreplay, and walking through the rooms with her had aroused him to an extreme level of anticipation, higher than even the scene itself, and far more than he’d expected. He’d even thought he might feel a little like an actor doing it. But what he’d felt was intense pride and possession, just as he sensed now. Violet was theirs, his and Raff’s, and no matter what anyone else might say, there was nothing that could prevent them from being together from now on.

He recognized that there were a few complications to sort out yet. Old man Cambrisi was well aware that Darcy was a werewolf shape-shifter and had at least one of the members from Darcy’s former pack in his family, by marriage, already. But whether or not Violet knew anything about shape-shifters was an unknown. Also, the old man would likely insist on a pre-nuptial agreement of some sort. He was a damn canny businessman. Darcy had no intention of trying to touch any Cambrisi money or property, but Violet and Raff would need to be provided for in some way if anything happened to him or his business, so those negotiations might be both complicated and protracted. But none of that mattered. Right now the three of them were alone and in bed, exactly where he wanted to be.

He was slowly pumping his dick in and out of her stunningly hot and welcoming ass. Her warm round body fulfilled him and he felt at home here. It was good to have Raff as one of them. A ménage wasn’t what he would have chosen originally, but with Violet, it was the perfect solution to managing a damn pushy woman with a smart brain, an active body, and a heart he planned to make his and Raff’s alone forever more.

Darcy began to pump inside her a little harder and a little faster. Raff was the perfect partner, matching his speed and thrusts exactly to Darcy’s. He’d been so fortunate in finding this man. He was the ideal companion in the bedroom, and mighty helpful on the job as well. But the key factor was Violet. Darcy had never been in love before. He’d lusted after a number of women. He’d had some girlfriends and a couple of romances, but nothing explained the passion he felt now for Violet. She meant everything to him. She was his future and without her he would be lost.

Darcy pressed kisses to the back of her neck, licking up it and nibbling on her earlobe. She giggled and turned her head, offering him more of her neck and ear. He flicked his tongue inside the shell, fucking the tiny hollow as his cock fucked her ass. He kissed her jaw line and pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth, all that he could reach without losing his concentration and pacing in his fucking.

His dick was harder than it’d ever been in his life before. His balls were full of seed and the tingle at the base of his spine told him that no matter how strong his control, time was fast running out. He looked at Raff, whose jaw was gritted tightly, and he knew Raff was as close to coming as he was. Darcy caught Raff’s gaze and lifted an eyebrow. Raff gave the tiniest of nods and they both pulled out together, waited a second, and then slammed inside Violet with everything they had.

Violet gasped, shook, and then screamed as her body gripped his dick so hard his mind grayed out with the intensity of it. Then she began shaking even harder, but her muscles released him enough so he could pull out and pump in again and again. After just a few strokes his cock erupted deep inside her, filling the condom with seed that seemed to come all the way up from his toes to reach his balls.

Meanwhile Violet was still shaking and gulping in his arms. He relaxed and held his precious, precious woman, noting that Raff had come as well, and cuddled her from his side as well.

They all lay still for quite a while and then he rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Since he really hoped they might fuck again later, he wrapped his towel around his waist as he walked back into the bedroom.

“I’m hungry. I think I’ll order us all a snack.”

Raff said, “Sounds good.

“I didn’t realize you could do that. I mean, I know that the staff here take their food preparation really seriously, but wow. Room service.”

* * * *

They were still sitting around the tiny table, which Darcy had dragged out from the corner of the room and put in the small amount of open space at the foot of the bed. Since there were only two chairs, Raff and Violet each sat on one and Darcy was sitting on the bed. They nibbled at their snacks, enjoyed drinking beer and coffee, and chatted idly about nothing important.

Raff could imagine a long future of times like this, although hopefully on more comfortable chairs and at a bigger table, where they sat and just hung out together, talking about nothing in particular, content to simply be together. But to truly be part of this he really needed to go and fetch his ID. And if he was doing that it made sense to sort through his possessions for other things that might be useful, like some boots and clothing. Why spend his money on buying more when he already had closets full of stuff? Just because his game was selling at the moment didn’t mean the money wouldn’t dry up tomorrow when something better came on the market.

“Something’s bothering you, Rafael. What are you thinking about?” asked Violet.

That startled him. Neither of them had used his full name since the day they were together at the farm. At his former job he’d always been called Raphael. The first thing he’d done when he left it was only use the shortened form of his name.

Right now he couldn’t remember how much he’d told either of them about his previous life. Or even
if
he’d told them about it.

“I used to be an executive vice president with an advertising company in New York. One day I realized I hated it and I left. As a kid, I had weekend and vacation jobs with horses, so I went back to doing what made me happy and became a cowboy.”

“And are you happy now?” she asked softly. Her big blue eyes were gazing at him with worry in them.

“Hell yes, very happy indeed. I never want to work in a big city again. Corporate life is definitely not my thing. But—”

“You might not regret leaving the city, but something is biting at you,” said Darcy.

Of course the Dom would know. Or maybe it was his wolf senses that told him.

“When I left, which is almost two years ago now, I just left. Walked out with nothing. Now I think it might be time to go back and collect all my personal papers, change over my bank account, close my apartment, that sort of thing.”

“I hate to be cruel, but I suspect your landlord cleared out your apartment a very long time ago. It wouldn’t surprise me if the bank has closed your account as well if you haven’t used it all,” said Darcy.

Raff grinned. “I thought exactly the same thing until I looked at my bank statements online. But it seems the automatic payments into the account have been larger than the ones out, so there’s some cash in the account and my apartment is still being paid for. Of course squatters might be living in it. I don’t know anything about that. The point is, I think I ought to go back to New York and tidy up my life there so that I can start again free and clear here.”

“That sounds very sensible.” Violet nodded and smiled at him.

“How long do you think it’ll take you? A couple of weeks?” asked Darcy.

“Hell no. I was thinking I’d fly up next Friday evening and should have it done and be back in time for work Monday morning.”

“Wow. Are you sure you can clean an entire apartment out in that time, and do your banking business?” asked Violet.

“I’ll make an appointment at the bank. They work short hours at the weekend and I’ll need to be sure a manager high enough up the food chain to deal with my account is on duty, but yes. I’m planning to sell or give away most things. I haven’t needed them for two years so likely I never will need them. But I might as well collect my clothing and some family pictures, stuff like that.” Raff thought about his two original oil paintings. Unless they’d been stolen of course. But those would be worth keeping. Or selling.

“You’re going to need weapons-grade cleaning products to deal with your refrigerator and pantry after two years.” Violet shook her head at him.

“Possibly. But it’s also likely they were almost empty. Toward the end there I was focused on my job, not on my life. Then when I realized I hated the work, that’s when I left.”

Raff stared at the two people who were now the center of his life. Everything he wanted for the future was right here in this room.

“We’ll come with you and help you. Besides, on an airplane you can’t take much luggage. If we all go up with empty suitcases you’ll be able to bring a lot more things home with you if you want to,” said Violet.

Home. Yes. This place was home now. New York was not.

* * * *

Violet woke up and knew immediately where she was. In bed at The Dom’s Dungeon with Raff and Darcy. Even without opening her eyes she knew the heavy arm resting over her hip was Darcy and the warm feet tangled with hers was Raff. Her eyes blinked open to a cloud of blond hair on the pillow near her nose. Yes, that was Raff. His hair was almost long enough to tie back, but she liked the way he let it flop over his forehead and hang on his collar. It suited his cowboy image.