“Are you sure you want to see our panthers?” asked Draven.
Maia nodded vigorously. “Oh yes, please.” She also wouldn’t mind a closer look at some of the things in here as well, but first things first.
There was a chair in one corner of the room, so she walked across and sat down, smoothing the beautiful pale pink dress across her knees as she did. She wondered if the men would have even noticed her in her everyday outfit of old jeans. She was fortunate indeed she’d been wearing this lovely dress today instead.
When the men started getting undressed, Maia’s breath caught in her throat, and her jaw dropped. Then her brain kicked in. Of course. Panthers didn’t run around wearing starched white shirts, neckties, polished dress shoes, and a suit. Of course they had to get undressed first. And she was here alone with them, in a front row seat to see their beautiful bodies as it happened. Well, wowza!
Theron turned his back, laying his clothes neatly across a bench with foot rests at one end. A spanking bench she assumed. Draven remained facing her, even doing a little bump and grind as he pulled his belt out of his dress pants and wiggled his zipper down. Maia licked her lips.
Hot. Very hot.
Chase did neither, simply undressing in a matter-of-fact, everyday kind of way as if stripping in front of her was no big deal. Well, maybe it wasn’t for him, but it sure as hell was for her. She’d never seen three naked men in a room together. Hell, she’d only seen three nude men in her entire life, and one of them was a picture of her father holding Leah on his lap in the bathtub when she was a baby, with baby Leah covering up his naughty bits.
Which was just as well because seeing more of her father than that was likely to be way TMI and cause her to need years of therapy. But looking at these men wasn’t going to send her into therapy. Into lust and desire for sure. But not into therapy. Unless the therapist was as good-looking as they all were.
They lined up in front of her, and she had to force herself to keep her gaze on their faces, not on their totally delicious bodies.
“Are you ready?” asked Chase.
“Yes.”
Hell, yes
would have been more accurate, but it was hard to make her brain think and her mouth move properly when three naked men were within arm’s reach. Three naked men who she’d very much like to touch, to stroke, to lick, to… Yes, well maybe she’d better not go there. After all, they were just being kind to her, their guest.
And then just like that, they were gone. She hadn’t really thought about it, but since their hair was blond she supposed she’d thought they’d have pale fur. Instead, their fur was black. They were panthers after all, and panthers were black. Except—
“I thought you’d have pale fur. I’m sure I’ve heard about panthers with pale fur before. Florida!” She gave a happy grin at the three big black cats staring at her. “Florida panthers have pale fur.”
One of them growled at her.
“Okay, I understand. You aren’t from Florida. No need to get your whiskers in a knot. Let me look at you.”
One immediately came right up to her and rubbed against her leg. Well, against her long pink dress covering her leg. Near enough. She stroked his fur and then his head. “Thank you, Draven. Who’s next?”
The other two paced over to stand side by side.
“You’re testing to me see if I know which of you is which.” She held one’s head, looking deep into his eyes, and then the other. The second one frowned back at her, and she knew he was Chase and that it was Chase who’d growled.
“All right, Chase, you can tell me later what upsets you about being confused with a Florida panther.”
She stroked Theron, and when she looked up, Chase was staring at her with his hands on his hips.
“Florida panthers aren’t real panthers. We’re the real deal.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
She was sure she was blushing, but maybe that was because it was so difficult to lift her gaze from the long, thick cock, which was bobbing at her, to the frowning face she had to tilt her neck back to see properly.
“Ignore him. He always was a sourpuss,” said Draven, making her giggle again.
And then the three of them lifted her up off the chair, and Theron said, “Is there anything here you’d like to ask a question about?”
Slowly, she walked around the dungeon, looking at the equipment thoughtfully. It wasn’t hard to identify the St. Andrew’s Cross or the row of whips, canes, floggers, and paddles.
She licked her lips and thought of being whipped until she orgasmed. She hadn’t read
Fifty Shades of Grey,
but she’d need to be blind and deaf not to have heard the conversations about it and the huge number of people who gained extreme pleasure from punishment.
Chase moved behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. She knew she needed to tell him to stop. Knew she shouldn’t let him undress her even a little bit, but the words wouldn’t come. They were all naked, and she wanted to be nude as well. Chase carefully rested the dress across the chair, and Theron led her to the spanking bench.
“Tell me you don’t want to feel my whip on your naked ass,” said Theron.
Once again she knew she had to say no. And, once again, she remained mute, as her desire to experience punishment was much stronger than her common sense. Draven unsnapped her bra and slid it off her arms and then stood in front of her and placed both his hands over her breasts.
“They’re lovely,” he said and bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Maia sighed and arched her back, needing more of his mouth, more of his touch. As if he understood, he cupped her other breast in his hand, stroking it and rolling the nipple with one hand as he sucked and licked the first breast.
Behind her, Theron stripped off her panties without removing her stockings or her shoes, and Chase led her the final few steps to the spanking bench.
She wasn’t sure how it happened because they all seemed to have their hands on her most of the time, but very soon, her wrists and ankles were strapped into the restraints and her ass was on display and ready to be whipped. Or caned. Or flogged or paddled. Whatever they decided.
“Are you ready?” asked Chase.
“Yes.”
“This is your last chance. If you don’t tell us to stop, we’re about to begin punishing you until you come screaming with delight,” warned Theron.
“Delight sounds good.”
There was a moment’s pause, as if they were waiting for her to change her mind, and then the multiple strands of a flogger landed over her ass and upper thighs. A heartbeat later, a whip slashed across both her butt cheeks, and then it was the flogger over her shoulders and a paddle on her ass.
The multiple sensations were new and exciting. Each was arousing in its own way, and each was quite distinctive. The paddle gave a broad heavy pain across a large area, but the hurt dissipated quickly. The flogger was a multifaceted thing, some stands hurting because of how they landed on her and others because of where they were placed. She was positive the men were punishing her exactly as they planned, not at random.
The whip was different again, giving a fine, deep pain over a very narrow area. All were quite different, but each was exceptionally carnal in its own way. Added together, in the mix-and-match way the men were punishing her, they had her on the brink of an orgasm in no time at all, and the deep desire to have someone touch her clit was as painful as the actual punishment. If just one of the men had put his fingers on her clit, Maia would have exploded at the touch. Hell, even her own fingers would have sent her off the cliff.
As they continued punishing her, Maia lifted her head in surprise. They’d swapped toys. Theron had started by whipping her, as he’d promised, but he was paddling her now, and quite a bit harder than Draven had done. Draven had exchanged the paddle for the flogger, and he was teasing it over her body unmercifully, letting the strands hint at pleasures none of them were fulfilling right away. Chase had been much firmer with the flogger, and now he was just as firm with the whip.
“You recognize our touch, don’t you?” a hot voice whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Chase, I do.”
“And you want our touch, don’t you, Maia?” Draven trailed the wet head of his cock along her thigh.
Maia gulped. “Yes.”
“You crave having our cocks inside you.” Theron slid his cock up and down her butt crack.
And she did. It was insane, absolute lunacy, but she wanted them to fuck her. Any of them. All of them.
“I want you. But I can’t lie down because my hair will get messed up, and everyone will know.”
Draven laughed as Theron and Chase unbuckled her ankles. “You want us to fuck you but without spoiling your hairdo?”
“Yes, please.”
He took her over to the wall, leaned his back against it, and said, “Rest your hands on either side of me. Chase will fuck you from behind.”
Maia was confused. “What about you? And Theron?”
“We’ll be next.”
Three of them. All of them were going to fuck her. That meant three orgasms. She’d never had so many in a night before, and she wasn’t even sure such a thing was possible. But she was more than ready to find out. Chase pushed her legs wider apart and slid his cock inside her from behind, his skin seeming rough and cool on the heat of her punished ass. Maia was certain her ass was going to hurt her later, but right now, she didn’t care. The feeling of Chase’s cock inside was everything she’d dreamed of. He was huge, thick, and hard, and she wanted, no needed, to come.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Draven dropped to his knees and began sucking on her clit. Theron stood to one side of them, his hand on her breast. He lifted her arm up and dropped it over his shoulder then bent his head and sucked her entire areola into his mouth.
“Oh!”
Her cunt was full of cream from the punishment, yet instantly, it was wetter than ever. Chase’s cock slid in and out, faster and faster, slamming harder and harder into her until her knees were about to give way with her desperate need to come.
Chase was the most amazing sexual partner. He knew exactly how deep to push, how to turn his hips to torment and tease the walls of her channel, and most of all, how to push her arousal higher and higher with his deep, steady strokes into her core.
Draven was scraping his teeth over her clit. Yet not teeth.
“Fangs. You have fangs. Bite me, Draven,” she begged.
“Are you sure?”
“I want it. I need to come. I’m so close.”
Theron pinched her nipple, Draven bit her clit, and she exploded around Chase’s cock. His cum filled her cunt as she came, but she wanted more.
“More,” she gasped as Chase bit her shoulder, sliding his cock out of her cunt and leaving her feeling empty and unfulfilled despite her orgasm.
Theron lifted her leg over his shoulder. Draven slammed his cock inside her, pumping madly, his cum spurting into her almost immediately, and then the men had moved again, and it was Theron fucking her, in front this time, biting her nipple.
Maia had no way of knowing how many orgasms she’d had. Every time they bit her, she came harder and harder. Maybe it was one never-ending orgasm. Maybe it was three or four in quick succession. But someone was pinching her clit again, and she was going to explode one last time. Then her legs were too weak to hold her, and Chase was carrying her into the shower and turning the water on.
“No. No. My hair. I can’t damage my hair.”
Draven laughed and filled the sink with water. “It’s all right. We’ll wash you instead then.”
Theron held her while Draven washed her and Chase dried her.
She staggered back into the dungeon and picked up her panties, but they were soaking wet.
“Ugh. These are going to feel horrible if I put them on.”
Chase gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Don’t wear them. Let us keep them.”
“You’ll be bare-ass naked under that gown. No one will know except us. I’ll be our little secret,” said Theron.
“Our very sexy secret. Just as you are our very sexy woman,” added Draven.
Maia wasn’t sure about sexy. Satiated and fulfilled, absolutely. Stupid, very probably. Likely she’d never see them again after tonight, but damn, she’d have a lot of amazing experiences to remember.
Draven hated watching Maia talking to people and not being able to stand at her side the way Bram, Saxon, and Hardy constantly held and touched Leah. When he saw the Reed triplets standing with Maia, he had to force himself not to race across the room and claim her as his. She wasn’t his—theirs. There was the distinct possibility that, one day, she might belong to them, but it was still at some distant time in the future. For a start, her parents wouldn’t want to marry off a second daughter immediately after the first one. Also, the Reverend Crawford ran a homeless shelter and feeding program for poor people, and already, it would be very difficult for them to continue the work without Leah’s help while she was away on her honeymoon with the Stewart triplets.
Damn.
Draven would like to be on his honeymoon with Maia. They’d have all day and all night to lie in bed fucking her again and again. At mealtime they’d spread the food over her beautiful belly and lick it off her. Then they’d fuck her some more, claiming her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her breasts, and every inch in between.