The Dom Protects His Puma [Unchained Love 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

Ramona laughed. “All right, Mr. Gourmand. What would you like for supper?”

She still had a batch of gingerbread cookies in the freezer, left over from their experience of figging, but she was pretty sure if she served them for dessert, JB would blush, then she’d giggle, and they’d end up embarrassing themselves and likely Nicholas and Curtis as well, so the cookies would be staying frozen a little longer.

“Soup. With fresh, crusty bread.”

“What? Are you serious? You want soup?”

“Absolutely. I love the smell of fresh bread and hot soup. And the hours we work, two minutes in the microwave after I tip it out of the packet just doesn’t give me the same kind of thrill.”

“Okay then. Are you good with that, Nicholas?”

“Sounds fine by me. What time do you want us there?”

“Is seven good for you?”

“Done deal.”

Ramona clicked off her phone. “Now all I have to do is race down to the bakery and buy some rolls and make a pot of soup. And what kind of soup? Tomato? Pumpkin? Vegetable? Potato?”

“Who are you talking to?” Omar came into the living room and looked all around.

“I just called Nicholas and invited him and Curtis for supper like we agreed. Curtis asked for a pot of soup and fresh bread. I just don’t quite know what kind of soup to make.”

“Since you’re the one cooking it, any kind you want.”

“You’re missing the point. I like pumpkin, but what if one of them doesn’t? Same with tomato, or potato, or whatever. If I’d thought a little faster, I would have asked Curtis. Now, I don’t really want to call him back and make myself appear stupid, but I don’t want to cook something he won’t like, either.”

“What did he say? What were his exact words?” asked Omar.

She thought for a moment. “He said, ‘Soup. With fresh, crusty bread.’”

“So he specified what kind of bread, ‘fresh and crusty,’ but just said soup, not ‘potato soup’ or ‘leek soup.’ I think that means as long as you choose something reasonably common he’ll like it. If he really wanted leek soup, he’d have said so.”

Ramona smiled. Omar always knew the right answers. “Thank you. I’ll make a vegetable soup then. Lots of variety and flavor, and if there’s something someone doesn’t like, they can leave it on the bottom of their bowl.”

“While you get chopping and peeling, I’ll go get the bread for you. Fresh and crusty,” said Omar.

“Thanks.”

“You’re most welcome.” He leaned over and dropped a kiss on her nose then left.

She hurried into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. They always had plenty of fresh vegetables, as they all liked them raw. But tonight, she’d cook.

By the time Omar returned with the bread, the soup was bubbling on the stove and she was setting the table. He set out plates and glasses for her before going to take a shower. Then JB returned home and disappeared into the bathroom in his turn. JB took over stirring the soup so she could shower and change, and everything was ready when Nicholas and Curtis rang the doorbell promptly at seven.

“That smells wonderful, Ramona,” said Curtis, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Omar growled.

“Good kitty. I’m not going to steal your woman. She’s my friend, though,” said Curtis.

Omar growled again, and Ramona wondered whether the evening was going to end up as a pissing contest between the men. Omar was very much the pack leader and Dom, but Nicholas and Curtis were strong, too. Nicholas was a shifter, although not a big cat, and he was still basically in the closet about it, and Curtis was a Dom. Together they were a very powerful team, but the last thing she needed was the evening developing into a fight. They were supposed to be focusing on the safety and security of the community.

“Gentlemen, why don’t you sit at the table, and I’ll bring in the food,” she said.

“I’ll help you,” said JB quickly.

Ramona shook her head at Javier. She wasn’t going to leave those three alone. “I’ll be fine by myself, but thanks anyway, Javier.”

She took the platter of bread out of the oven, where she had been keeping it warm, hoping the smell might attract Curtis’s attention if no one else’s, and carried that into the living room, where the meal table had been set up.

Then she hurried back and carefully carried the pot of soup out, setting it on the mat in the center of the table. She gave the soup a stir with the ladle then served everyone a bowlful. Curtis and Nicholas were already spreading butter on the warm bread. JB was looking a little worried, and Omar was frowning.

“Omar, why don’t you describe the old barn you showed us to Nicholas and Curtis,” she said as gently as she could.

Curtis was already sipping his soup and Nicholas had a mouthful of bread, so she felt it was safe to start eating herself.

Fortunately, both her guests instantly saw the potential of the building and the site and began firing questions at Omar and JB. When Nicholas began drawing a diagram with his finger using breadcrumbs, she slipped out of her chair and brought him a notepad and pen. Soon all the men were busy discussing lines of sight, the height of the hill, and how long a battery pack would stay charged for a security camera.

Ramona sat back and relaxed. Everything was fine. They’d overcome their differences enough to join together and solve a problem. Typical men, every one of them.

* * * *

One of the first things Omar had done once they’d decided to stay at Carnal Connections was to look through the dungeons. The main dungeon was large, with many facilities and plenty of equipment, and it could be used by several Doms at once, each staying in a particular area. But he wasn’t ready yet for others to watch him fuck Ramona.

There were also four small private dungeons in the basement of the main house. One of those had a toy he particularly liked. It was a simple wooden rectangle, with sturdy bars nailed across it about a foot apart on the top, sides, and bottom. A submissive was tied up and suspended from the various cross bars. The method of arousal was limited only by a Dom’s imagination. He could tie her with her legs spread, together, one up one down, or bent any number of ways. The same with her arms. They could be tied to the sides, up, or down. As long as there were enough points to support her, he could place his ropes anywhere at all. He rather liked the idea of Ramona spread-eagle and JB licking her. Or maybe a rope across her clit and tight over her most sensitive skin. Possibly even bound around her breasts. His head spun with unlimited choices.

Tonight he’d reserved that dungeon. He’d packed his ropes and floggers into a toy box, and he planned to have a very special evening with both his subs. JB was as silent and accepting as always, but Omar noted he was breathing heavily and he was putting his hands in his pockets, pulling them out, touching his hair and his chin, then shoving his hands back into his pockets. JB was aroused and nervous, very ready for the session Omar had designed for him.

Ramona was as jumpy as the cat she was, starting at shadows, constantly looking around her as they walked from their house to the main building. Omar knew she was intensely aroused already, just from her own imagination. That was the beautiful thing about having a creative sub. Her own imagination aroused her as much as the actual session he’d planned, making his job much easier. Although he was certain they’d be surprised when they saw what they’d be doing.

When they arrived at their dungeon, Omar let them both look around at the equipment. He wanted them wondering what he’d use on them. He wanted them even more aroused than they were already. Deliberately he left his toy box in the middle of the room, not giving them a hint about where he was going to make them stand.

Only when he was sure they’d absorbed as much as they could for now did he order them, “Undress now.”

He was wearing his “for show” Dom clothes. Tight black leather pants, boots, and a black shirt that laced across his chest. Again, he hoped the fact that he was dressed like this added to their suspense. He’d even added a few drops of musky cologne to his skin, so they’d get hints of it when he was near them once they were blindfolded. But for now, he wanted them to see everything.

When they were both naked he handcuffed them and stuffed their mouths with a ball gag each. He almost never gagged either of them, so this was something else new, to put all their senses on edge.

“Stand there and watch,” he ordered JB, pointing to the center of the room.

JB stood where directed.

Omar took his first rope and faced Ramona. “Kneel,” he ordered. He didn’t really need her that low, he could tie her just as easily when she was standing because he was a good six inches taller than her, but it added to the Dom/sub image of them playing a scene in a dungeon.

Even the dungeon was decorated for effect. The walls and ceiling were rough, unpainted stone and the floors slate.

His first rope would surround her breasts. He left about six feet loose then wrapped the rope above her mounds three times, twisted it tightly between her breasts, and wound it below them tightly, forcing them upward, three times. He then took it between her breasts again, knotted all the loops together, and left about six feet loose on that end, too.

“Stand,” he told her.

Holding two ropes together, he left eight feet loose this time and bound it around her waist twice, along the join between right leg and her body twice, knotting it to the waist tie, then back down along the join between her left leg and her body twice, knotted that to the rope at her waist, and left the ends hanging loose.

He removed the handcuffs and tied a length of rope around each wrist then kneeled down to tie a similar length around each ankle.

“Wait there,” he instructed her.

He looked at her very carefully but saw no signs of fear. She was intensely aroused, as he’d hoped, but was unafraid. She trusted him. He loved her so much for trusting him like this.

Now for JB. He pointed to the rectangular wooden framework. “Stand on the third step and lean your body over the top.”

JB moved briskly to the structure and did as Omar had said.

Exactly as Omar had envisioned it, JB’s rampant cock was about level with where Ramona’s mouth would be, and the position of his head would enable him to see everything, although he wouldn’t be able to touch anything.

Quickly Omar undid the handcuffs and cuffed each of JB’s wrists to a separate bar, using the cuffs he’d removed from Ramona for the second wrist. From his toy box he took two more pairs of handcuffs and cuffed each of JB’s ankles to the side frame of the box. JB was now unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. Finally Omar removed the ball gag. It was time to work on Ramona again.

“Stand in the center of the box, facing me,” he told her.

She moved as eagerly as JB had done. She was more than willing to keep playing this scene, despite being bound with the ropes.

He tied Ramona’s wrists to the top of the frame, leaving the ropes long so she remained standing on the floor at the moment. He did the same with the ropes around her waist and breasts before standing himself on the bottom step of the frame and pulling her off her feet, gradually shortening each rope and tightening it up higher and higher until she was fully suspended, swinging several inches above the floor.

Her eyes were wide now, but there was still no fear, just anticipation.

Omar stood back down on the floor and opened her legs wide, tying one foot to each side of the frame so her cunt was fully exposed to him, held wide by the ropes around her legs. Her cunt was a deep pink inside. She was more than ready to be fucked. But the scene hadn’t played to its conclusion yet.

From his toy box, he took one of his favorite whips. It was light and thin, the type of whip he could use very gently to arouse or hard to give his sub a real bite. For the moment, arousal was his aim, so he flicked it gently over her cunt lips, watching her shiver and wiggle. Next he gave a light flick to JB’s pelvis. Once again, enough to arouse rather than hurt.

Omar walked behind JB and began whipping his ass. Right, left, right, left, with a firm hand and steady rhythm. He had a good view of JB’s cock through the open framework of the equipment and could tell his sub was very close to losing control and climaxing, so he flicked the whip over Ramona’s ass instead, gradually building up to harder strokes, again ceasing before she could come.

He replaced his whip in the toy box and untied her feet, turning her so she faced JB then tying her legs wide apart again. Finally, he removed her ball gag. “Suck his cock,” he ordered.

It was quite difficult for her to do. They were both tied quite tightly and with not much room for movement. Still, he’d deliberately placed her head in close proximity to JB’s cock and knew they’d manage somehow. Ramona finally lined her mouth up correctly and ran her tongue up and down JB’s shaft. Both of them were flushed and sweaty, and both had lust-hazed gazes. The game would end soon.

His own dick was begging for release as well, but he needed to wait a little longer, to reward his subs for their patience and obedience.

“Stop.”

Ramona lifted her mouth off JB, and he moved back the few inches that was all the maneuverability he had. Quickly, Omar unsnapped the handcuffs from JB’s wrists and ankles then said, “You’ve been very good subs. You may fuck her now.”