The Dom Protects His Puma [Unchained Love 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Thank you, Master,” said JB, relief and excitement in his voice.

JB climbed down from the frame and stood right in front of Ramona, placing his hands on her hips and sliding his cock inside her. She was maybe an inch higher than was perfect for him, but it didn’t seem to prevent him from plunging in and out of her, rising up on his toes for the instroke. Very soon indeed they both broke, shuddering to a climax.

“Rest now, Javier,” Omar told him, knowing that once the endorphins died down, the marks of the whip on his ass would still sting since he was so sweaty. The salt from his sweat would ensure he remembered the whipping for a while yet.

Omar retrieved his whip and ran it over Ramona’s most sensitive areas. Her legs were still tied wide apart, so he could stroke every inch of her labia and cunt, including trailing the whip from her cunt back to her ass and up the crack. After a few minutes of stroking her, he knew she was aroused again, so he moved the whip to her breasts. They would be extra sensitive now, as they’d been forced between the layers of rope long enough for the blood to pool in her nipples. Holding the whip lightly, he trailed it over her breasts, just flicking her nipples. She jumped, so he knew she’d been surprised at how very sensitized the nubs were.

Good.

“Do you want me, sub? Do you want your Master to shove his prick in your cunt and ream you thoroughly? Do you want me to slam into you so hard you long to scream and I have to put the ball gag back on you?

“Yes, Master.”

Never taking his gaze from hers, Omar lined his dick up with her entry then hit her ass hard with the whip as soon as he thrust into her. Exactly as he’d known she would, she climaxed around him. It took every ounce of control he possessed, but he refrained from coming himself. As soon as her orgasm began to slow, he whipped her a second and a third time, stroking into her with his dick in time to the strokes of the whip. Her cunt gripped him harder as he dropped the whip and thrust a hand between their bodies so he could touch her clit. It was very hard and hot, as he’d known it would be, from the arousal of the scene they’d been playing. He lifted his finger from her clit and wrapped his arm around her so he could reach her butt. Again on an instroke, he slammed the finger deep into her ass, twisting and turning it then adding a second finger.

Ramona groaned and shook as a second orgasm consumed her. This time he permitted himself to come also. She’d been strung up by the ropes long enough. It was time to let her down. He’d definitely book this dungeon again. Their night had been most successful.

* * * *

Ramona was so exhausted she could hardly walk home. Never had she been so aroused. She’d imagined many scenes they could play in the dungeon but nothing as purely erotic as the session they’d just shared. Omar was amazing in the way he knew exactly how much she and Javier could bear—when to end the scene, and how to take them higher and harder than she could ever have dreamed of before she’d known him.

As soon as they arrived home, Omar told her to lie on the bed, and he massaged soothing oils into her shoulders, thighs, and ass. Then he gave her the pot of oil and asked her to massage Javier’s shoulders and ass. While she was massaging him, getting the tense knots out of his shoulders and soothing the red marks on his ass, Ramona heard the shower running.

Omar hustled them both under the hot water, and she relaxed as it washed away the sweat and soothed the ache in her muscles and where the ropes had chafed her skin.

That was just another example of Omar’s care for them. He always knew how to look after them and make sure the dungeon play didn’t lead to actual wounds. He was truly a caring Dom. And she loved him. She couldn’t imagine her life without both Javier and Omar in it. They meant everything to her.

Nothing was better than snuggling up in bed with one man on either side of her. She’d never slept so deeply and soundly as she did now, surrounded by the love and care of her two men.

It seemed as though she’d only been asleep for five minutes when the alarm bell rang. She tumbled out of bed and pulled on jeans, boots, and a sweater then tied her hair up in a knot on top of her head as fast as she could. Omar practically dragged her out of the house as she was finishing her hair, but it was important not to have it loose or someone could grab hold of it if she needed to run.

She and the other women had talked for a long time about whether it was better to wear boots or running shoes. Finally they’d decided the sturdy soles of boots and the ability of a woman wearing them to deliver a hard, sharp kick outweighed the fact they might be able to run faster in gym shoes. And it was only “might.” Over rough ground there wasn’t much difference in the speed engendered by their footwear anyway.

“You
will
stay with me and JB or with the other women. You will
not
get yourself in danger. That’s an order, understand,” Omar whispered fiercely into her ear as the three of them ran to the main gate.

“I’m not stupid, Omar. You don’t need to turn into Sam.”

“Maybe he knows something I don’t know,” Omar replied.

“Stay with her,” Omar ordered JB as he left them at the back of the crowd and pushed his way forward. Two trucks had tried to ram raid the front gates, which were kept locked at night now. Evidently, the gates had been made of much tougher steel than the trucks, which were all crushed at the front, and several of the men who’d been in them appeared hurt.

“Maybe they aren’t really hurt and it’s just to get us to open the gates,” said Javier to Ramona.

“Tor’s there. He’s a nurse. He’ll be able to tell fast enough if it’s just ketchup, not blood, on their bodies,” she replied.

“Maybe it’s a diversion and there’ll be a real attack somewhere else,” said Jubilee, standing beside Ramona and looking around a bit apprehensively. Jubilee was human, not a shifter, so she would be safe enough unless fighting broke out generally. Of course she might simply be concerned about Carey, her Dom, who was up by the gates with Omar and Tor.

“We’ll soon find out,” Ramona replied as soothingly as she could while feeling a little worried herself.

But it wasn’t really soon. It seemed to take a very long time for everyone to understand what had happened and deal with it. Two groups of men were sent out to patrol the fence line, one going west, the other group east, to ensure the fence hadn’t been cut. They all had cell phones to call for help if they needed it, and each group included at least one shape-shifter.

Tor phoned for the paramedics, so at least some of the people from the trucks must have been genuinely hurt. Larry and Omar dispersed the groups, not wanting such a huge crowd standing around when the paramedics arrived, but the people only moved to the barn, where they could watch out the windows and still be close by if they were needed.

“I didn’t notice their leader this time,” said Ramona.

“The blond man?” asked Jubilee.

“Yes, the one who had the knife last time they came to the gates.”

“No. I didn’t see him, either. Maybe there were more of them who ran away when the ram raid didn’t work.”

“Could be. I hope they did go away and aren’t just hanging around waiting to attack when the excitement dies down, though,” said Ramona. Sitting here and waiting all night was going to drive her crazy. “I wish I had my hair things here so I could do my hair properly.”

“I know where the supplies for the bathrooms are. What do you need? A brush, some hairclips?” asked Jubilee.

“That would be awesome, thank you. But you shouldn’t leave the building right now.”

“Oh, I won’t. The storeroom’s just near the guest bathrooms.”

“I didn’t know that. I’ll come with you.”

Jubilee took Ramona to the guest bathrooms, and sure enough, tucked away at the end of hallway was the storeroom stocked with toilet paper, towels, shampoo, soap, and a million other things, including a few hairbrushes, packets of hairclips, and tiny hair elastics for tying up braids.

“Oh, look. I’d love someone to braid my hair into cornrows,” said Jubilee.

Ramona looked at Jubilee’s dark-blonde hair, falling just below her shoulders. “That should be doable. There’s no time like the present. I’m pretty sure I saw Gaynor here. Let’s ask her to do it. She helps with hairstyling at work sometimes.”

Gaynor’s hair was pure white, so she was always easy to find in a crowd. Ramona wandered around and soon saw her over to one side of the large barn, sitting on a couch and talking to Lucy, another of the human members of the BDSM community.

Jubilee sat on a footstool, and Gaynor began braiding her hair. Ramona handed her the little elastic bands to put on the end of each narrow braid.

“I think I could do that,” said Lucy. “It’s just a matter of planning the braids carefully so they all end up the right thickness and in neat lines, not higgledy-piggledy all over her head. Can I braid your hair, Ramona?”

“Ramona’s hair will be more difficult than Jubilee’s because it’s much longer,” warned Gaynor.

“I’d still like to try.”

Ramon fetched another stool, and soon most of the women in the room had gathered around and were watching or offering advice. Autumn began braiding Serena’s hair, and Verity went back to the storeroom to look for more elastic bands.

An hour later, cornrow hairstyles were in evidence all around the barn and the women were much more relaxed and dealing better with the worry about the rogue panthers.

Gaynor stood up to stretch her back and looked around the room. “Leticia isn’t here. Has anyone seen her tonight?”

“Likely Sam’s locked her in her room. He’ll be guarding her door as always,” said Jubilee.

“No, seriously. Has anyone seen her?”

Ramona thought carefully. Sam was so protective, Leticia didn’t leave her room much anymore at all. Even for some meals Sam had one of the panthers he trusted bring food up to her room so he could continue guarding her. Should she ask Omar to check on Leticia, or might that just antagonize Sam? What if she asked one of Sam’s trusted friends instead? But would that look like she was interfering in Sam’s business? Or perhaps she could ask Oliver? Oliver seemed to care for Leticia. Ugh. It was so hard to know what to do. In all probability Leticia was perfectly all right. But just in case…if there was that slight chance she should do something…After all, Leticia was the only of-age, full-blood cat-shifter left unmated in their pack…

She needed to tell Omar. Likely everything was perfectly fine, but still she would call him.

“Omar, Gaynor just noticed Leticia’s not here in the barn with us, and no one around us has seen her tonight. Would you like a few of us to check the house and see if she and Sam are all right?”

“JB and Oliver are checking the fence line. It needs to be someone Sam trusts implicitly, so he doesn’t shoot first and ask questions after. Is Frank in the barn? Or Bill?”

Frank was a good choice, one of the older panthers and someone Sam would believe. Bill was a human, so she didn’t know much about him. Ramona looked around the room. The barn was big, but just one huge room with a small stage in the center and chairs and couches pushed toward the walls. Yes, she could see Frank. He was chatting to Kurt. Kurt was a werewolf shape-shifter so maybe not a good choice. “Frank’s here,” she said, still looking around for Bill. “I don’t see—oh, yes, Bill’s here, too, in the far corner.”

“Thanks for telling me. I should have checked on Leticia already. I’ll call Frank, and he and Bill can follow up on her and Sam.” Omar ended the call, and Ramona could tell he was worried. She was sorry to have disturbed him, possibly for no reason, but it would be good to know they were perfectly all right.

“Is anyone else missing? Is there anyone else you haven’t seen tonight?” she asked the women around her.

“The only people from my community who aren’t here or at the gate are checking the fence line, like Carey,” said Jubilee.

“That’s correct,” said Lucy.

“Gaynor?”

“Yeah, the only ones missing are Leticia and Sam, which indicates he doesn’t have one of the other men backing him up,” answered Gaynor.

Ramona watched as Frank, Bill, and Kurt hurried from the room. “Uh-oh. Kurt’s gone, too. I hope Sam recognizes him and doesn’t just scent he’s a wolf,” she said, shaking her head.

“Oh my gods. Imagine the mess that would cause,” said Verity. “If Sam damages Kurt, Nicholas and Tor will tear him limb from limb.”

“There’s so few wolves, they are rather protective of each other,” added Serena.

“Yeah, well, if they’ve got any sense they’ll let Frank knock on the door,” added Gaynor.

Ramona’s gaze kept returning to the door, but there was no unusual activity. No one came running for help. “Tempest in a teapot, I guess,” she said.

“Cicero, in
de Legibus
, originally ‘a tempest in a ladle.’ The British say ‘a storm in a teacup,’” said Jubilee.

“You’re obviously feeling better, if you’re quoting trivia facts at us.” Ramona grinned at her.

Jubilee looked thoughtful then grinned back at her. “I guess I have relaxed. I sort of think if there was trouble it would have happened by now, or at least we’d know about it.”

“That’s how I feel, too. The two groups checking the fence line will have met up by now, and they’d have phoned us if the fence had been cut,” added Autumn.