The Dom Claims His Cougar [Unchained Love 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Noah flicked the remote control on the vibrating butt plug and hid a smile at Verity’s gasp.
Good
. She hadn’t been expecting that.

He took the lock off the cross and turned it a quarter turn. They weren’t upside down, but they were hanging sideways. It should be enough to put them off-balance, have them wondering what would happen next. He gave the butt plug another buzz, but Verity must have been able to see his hands because she made no sound this time. He’d have to be smarter next time.
In fact…

Noah walked over to his backpack and rummaged around in it, coming back with two hoods. Quickly he walked across the room then dropped one hood over Ezra’s head, tying it onto him, and the other over Verity’s, tying hers, too. That should make them think. When one sense was taken away, the subs were forced to rely on their other senses. They would be listening much more carefully, using their skin to pick up any breeze made by his movement, tensing to notice anything he did. Now was the perfect time to misdirect them.

Noah flicked the switch on the butt plug again, just to keep Verity alert, then silently removed his shoes and socks. He took hold of his paddle and moved it through the air, knowing their straining senses would hear the tiny sound it made.

He stood at arm’s reach from the cross and, moving in tiny increments, touched the wheel and gave it another quarter turn. The moment they were upside down he paddled Noah’s ass then Verity’s then turned them a third quarter.

Noah took a pinwheel out of his backpack and a length of silk. Carefully he dragged the silk over Ezra’s skin, across his neck below the hood then over his shoulders and across his waist above the ropes. Without stopping the slow, sinuous movements of the fabric, he used his other hand to roll the pinwheel down Ezra’s spine. Noah’s aim was to heighten the contrasts, the sweet and sensuous with the harsh but arousing.

He then repeated his actions on Verity. Where Ezra had remained completely silent, Verity’s breathing became harsh. He dropped to his knees so he could look at her cunt. It was deep pink. She was very aroused indeed. He’d intended to hit the vibrating butt plug again but didn’t want her to come so left the switch alone for now. Instead he ran the pinwheel up one of Ezra’s arms. Ezra’s skin twitched.
Good
. He hadn’t been expecting that.

Noah moved the cross to the upright position and locked it then uncuffed Verity and led her across the dungeon to the spanking bench, cuffing her hands to the hooks on the floor so she was bent over it.

Standing behind Ezra, he asked very softly, so Verity would have to strain hard to hear them, “Would you like to fuck her now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Ezra’s voice was hoarse and needy.

Noah uncuffed him and handed him a condom, saying, “Put that on.”

Ezra may have been wearing a hood, but he still rolled the latex on smoothly and quickly. Noah removed the hood and spoke again in the quietest voice he could manage, “Take her cunt from behind.” He handed Ezra a pair of gloves, which the other man pulled on, then he walked across the dungeon and fitted his cock to her cunt and drove into her so forcefully their bodies bounced together.

Noah watched the harsh, feral, powerful mating as he stripped the rest of his clothes off. When he was sure their climaxes were imminent he switched the vibrating butt plug on again. Immediately Verity whimpered and shattered.

Quickly he rolled a condom on himself then pulled on gloves and finally grabbed a dental dam. He was uncuffing her hands as Ezra was still shaking inside her. Within seconds of Ezra finishing, he had her spread-eagle on her back on the spanking bench, the dental dam over her cunt, and he was sucking her clit and her jewelry, determined to send her immediately into a second orgasm.

“Dispose of your condom, put on clean gloves, then suck her breasts,” he ordered before returning his mouth to her cunt. He hated the damn latex, wanted to pull on her jewelry, suck on her rich flavor, but knew he had to take care of her for now. He still managed to move the little barbell in and out and to bite her labia over the dental dam, but he craved the taste of her.

His tongue was driving in and out of her cunt and flicking over her clit, while one hand was pulling the butt plug out of her ass so he could get his fingers inside her there instead.

Ezra’s head was bent over her breasts, but Verity was whimpering and thrusting her hips up into his face now, so he couldn’t stop to watch. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove his cock into her ass just as she screamed and came again. Relieved, he let go and filled the condom. God, she was so hot and tight, but how he wished he could revel in her delicious wetness and taste her sweet cream as well.

Soon. Soon
.

* * * *

Verity knew the only way she’d be happy about their relationship, about their mating, was if she herself worked out what she wanted and then made that clear to her men. The problem was, she was so ambivalent about everything.

Wanting to be an integral part of their lives was a given. The easy way Noah and Ezra had agreed to her request about being involved in Ezra’s business entertaining proved they were sincere in having her as a full partner in the union. It was a very tangible demonstration of their love for her and willingness to include her wishes in their daily lives. Verity supposed she should be more gracious about that. Both men had needed to sell their apartments to finance the building of the house. Her own money was adequate to buy the commercial stove and fit out her kitchen, plus pay for drapes and rugs, but that was about all. She’d be living off her earnings after she’d spent all that money. Which didn’t worry her.

The drunk driver who had caused her mother’s death had paid for her schooling. It’d never replace her mother, or all the years they should have spent together, but it had helped both her and Serena get a start in life. If Verity now used her new home as the basis for a little home business in catering, she could quit her job and work at something that really appealed to her. The more she thought about the idea the more she wanted to do it. She knew she had the skills to run a small business or at least a small catering business.

All of which was good, but it was just going around in circles.

What did she really want in life? What did she want from her men? Was she appreciating them adequately, or was she just a selfish, self-centered bitch?

She needed to talk to them properly. To be as open as possible, explaining in more detail than she had yet about her thoughts on the catering business. Up until now it had been an idea she liked, but she’d finally decided she really would do it. She needed to include the men in her plans, as they had so graciously included her. She needed to be open and talk to them, to truly communicate, if she expected them to do the same for her.

Noah had laid aside the fact he was a Dom, the fact he’d planned their mating, to reschedule it all because of her wants and desires. The way he designed their scenes in the dungeon proved he knew what aroused and fulfilled her sexually. She was always completely satisfied in the dungeon. So that meant he did understand her at least to some extent. If he didn’t, he’d have tried things she disliked, but everything they’d done had just driven her pleasure higher. So that proved he did care about her and understand her body if not her mind.

Both Noah and Ezra’d had to sell assets to make building the house possible. Ezra was willing to trust her to act as hostess to his business clients. She needed to honor them for their sacrifices to her wishes and show them her love for them by her actions, too.

Verity sat up in her bed, shoved her pillow behind her back, and leaned against the headboard, her legs crossed, her elbows resting on her knees, and her chin on one hand. It was her favorite position for thinking. And she really needed to think.

Verity raised her index finger in the air. “One. I love both Noah and Ezra and I want them both.”

She raised a second finger. “Two. I love the BDSM sex.” Deliberately she wiggled her ass against the mattress until her barbells nudged her clit, making her cream flow. Hell yes. She was aroused already. She pinched her nipple and then did it again, harder.

“And three, I must open the doors to two-way communication between us and be prepared to live up to their trust in me.”

Verity spread her legs wider and slid her right hand inside her pajama bottoms, suddenly desperate to come. She tugged on the little piece of jewelry, enjoying the tiny bite of pain, before slipping her fingers inside herself, wishing it was a cock. Noah and Ezra were both very well equipped. Noah’s cock was fatter, but Ezra’s was longer and had a flatter head. Both of them knew how to use them to pleasure her to perfection.

Faster and faster Verity’s fingers moved deep inside her cunt. Yeah, it was the way they used their cocks on her, and their mouths, that made all the difference. They aimed to please her, to drive her wild with need.

Verity’s other hand was inside her pajama top now, teasing her nipple. “I want them both. Need them both. Can’t live without both of them in my life,” she gasped, digging her fingernail into her clit. The orgasm rolled over her and she stilled her movements but left her fingers inside her pussy, gently stroking her channel as she relaxed.

“So what have I decided?” she asked herself. “That I’m a sex fiend?” She grinned at herself. “No, that when I mate them we’ll work things out. But I do need to be clear in my own mind what I want. Maybe we’ll get mental telepathy after we mate, but maybe we won’t. I need to be able to ask for what I want and to give them what they want as well.”

Verity climbed off her bed and went and washed her hands then cleansed her pussy area. She was certain her piercing was fully healed, but personal hygiene was a good habit to have anyway.

I need to talk to someone about developing the whole mind-talking thing, too. That would be a wonderful protection if anything ever does go wrong. Meanwhile I will talk to them and physically show my appreciation to them both.

* * * *

Much of the community was gathered in the barn. For once the furniture was arranged in rows, facing the small stage in the center of the room. Ezra didn’t think he’d ever seen the chairs in such a boring, formal layout as this before. Usually they were pushed to the edges of the room or in groups around the small tables.

He shrugged and pulled his chair closer to Verity’s. Despite the cold weather she was wearing a short skirt. He wondered if she was sending him and Noah a signal that she wanted to be touched. He knew she was fully healed and they could touch her barbell and finger her cunt now without needing protection. He longed to pull her onto his knee and sink his cock into her rich heat and fuck her brains out, but even a community such as this, where exhibitionism was a regular part of life, would probably frown on such behavior tonight, when they were all supposed to be listening to a guest speaker.

But, oh God, he wanted to touch her.

He leaned his body against hers and smoothed his hand over her thigh, massaging her skin though the woolen fabric of her skirt. She didn’t say anything, but he could see her nipples pushing against the fabric of her sweater.
Aha!
She was aroused. Making sure her skirt was covering all her flesh, he pushed his hand underneath it, reveling in the feel of her skin, slightly cool against his warmer hand. His fingers marched across her thigh, heading for heaven. Her pussy. She wiggled slightly and he stilled, worried this wasn’t what she wanted, but then he noticed she’d widened her legs. Oh yes. She was egging him on. He pressed his shoulder against hers and pushed his fingers the last few inches, over her thigh and into her pussy. She was bare. She wasn’t wearing underwear! The little witch. She was teasing him, daring him to finger-fuck her. Well, he was up for that, no worries.

He played with her barbell, wishing he could see his hands touching it. This was the first time his fingers had been skin on skin with her since the piercing, and his cock was harder than marble at the thought. If he could look as well, life would be perfect. Of course, he might disgrace himself by coming in his pants in front of everyone, but it would be a small price to pay for the pure heaven of sending her flying.

Cautiously he drew a line with his finger over her clit, feeling her tiny shiver, then his longest finger penetrated her cunt.

Once again she fidgeted, widening her legs even more.

He pressed his shoulder harder against hers and drove his fingers deep inside her, reveling in her heat, her wetness, her tight grip on him. Oh God, he’d shoot his load if he wasn’t careful. She was so wonderful. Slowly he pushed his fingers in and out of her, noting how she gripped her lips together.
Ha!
She wanted to moan in pleasure.
Good
. Her eyes were closed and her left hand gripped the seat of her chair. He must have been doing the right thing. It sure felt right to him anyway.

Again and again he moved his fingers in and out of her, playing with the hood piercing, stroking her clit and her labia, then driving deep and hard inside her. Before long her body stiffened, then his fingers were clenched tight in a rippling wave of muscle spasms.

Ezra stared at Verity’s face. She was doing her best to hide her release, but fuck, she looked beautiful. Her face was flushed, her nipples poked her sweater out, and her chest rose and fell fast. Her teeth gripped her lower lip and her eyes were shut.