Two Doms for Kara (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 3) Read online

  "Thank you, Zoey. I appreciate it." The news that her room was sandwiched between her partners was all too much. She'd think about the implications when she woke. Right now, it made her want to run screaming from the best home she'd ever had the good fortune to find herself in.

  Zoey nodded as she back-pedaled from the room. "Sweet dreams," she murmured, and exited.

  Alone with her thoughts, Kara fought the rising panic over Zeke and Chase. Instead she opted for mundane tasks; unpacking just enough to retrieve her pajamas and toiletry bag. She changed into her flannel pajamas, switched off lights, and clambered into the giant ocean of a bed. The feather top mattress was just shy of heaven and Kara sank into the pillowy comfort, pulling the soft silken comforter up to her neck.

  She dropped into sleep like a stone plummeting into a pool.

  * * *

  Declan showed Zeke and Chase around the Dungeon Fantasy Club. This was only the second time Chase had been to the founding club. It was more elegant than the club in Manhattan, if that was possible, although the set-up was fairly the same.

  There were some workers present, adding some new installations to the existing set-up.

  "Forward Visions is making sure that we don't have any security breaches during the wedding. I cannot tell you how much security or lack thereof has been a pain in my ass here lately," Declan said.

  "How so?" Zeke asked as he surveyed the club renovations.

  "Zoey's sister inadvertently walked in on a scene last week and it ended in disaster." Declan grimaced with a pained expression clouding his features. It seemed the security breach had created quite a bit of havoc.

  "Ouch! That must be hard on your little sub," Chase murmured. He envied Declan. Not his happiness, or the difficulties with his soon to be sister-in-law, mind you, but his freedom to express his love for another. It was something Chase had been unable to do for so long, he should be used to the constant ache in his chest. He yearned for that type of ease.

  "You're right about that. I still haven't been able to convince Zoey to do another scene with me down here," Declan admitted with frustration lacing his voice.

  "That is bad," Chase agreed, shaking his head. The club wasn't much different from the one in New York. Currently the DFC had three locations; here at Mullardoch, one in Manhattan, and another in Pasadena. He'd never been to the one in Pasadena, but knew that Tobias had changed the set-up a little bit to suit the west coast a bit more.

  "What's the access going to be like with the upgrades?" Zeke asked, taking an interest in the equipment in the scene areas surrounding the courtyard.

  "Tight. The back stairwell will have a door installed at both the top of the stairs and at the bottom. The one at the top will blend in with the wall and have a security access code box that will open it. Any overnight guests will have to use a separate lift that is being installed at the other end of the hall, which will take them directly up to the fourth floor. Guests will now be strictly prohibited from accessing anywhere else in the manor," Declan explained.

  "Keeping any wedding guests from taking a stroll into the Dungeon." Zeke had turned his attention and was studying the key panel on the elevator.

  "Precisely. And the key panel inside the lift will have a thumb print access or an override code so that only I and members can use it," Declan added.

  "Nice." Chase loved technology. He left their little conclave as the sound of moaning and slapping flesh increased through the corridor. He enjoyed watching sex. It was one of the things that had drawn him into the lifestyle, among other things.

  One of the nearby rooms was occupied by a gay duo. The submissive, a rather burly, stout man, was restrained in a stockade, his back red striped from his Dom's ministrations with a cane. The sub's balls were in a humbler, a metal clamping device that surrounds the base of the scrotum with a bar that passes behind the buttocks. It kept the sub bent at a ninety degree angle. The perfect angle and height for his Dom to screw his ass. Their session was nearing its end as the Dom's pelvis thrust brutally, the sound of his balls slapping against his sub's bottom reaching Chase's ears. Chase imagined being bent over in front of Zeke, feeling Zeke's impressively sized cock surge inside his ass, and almost groaned in time with the couple.

  "We may need use of the DFC. If you could make sure we have access," Zeke murmured behind him. Chase felt his voice through his chest and had to battle to keep his desires under lock and key.

  "Without a doubt; once the installers have the thumb scanner in place today we will get you guys set up. You still topping subs together?" Declan inquired casually.

  "Yes," Chase and Zeke said almost simultaneously. No one knew Zeke better than he, Chase trusted him more than he did anyone else. That was why his secret, the one he'd been carrying for nigh on five years, could never come out. As much as he yearned to be honest with his business partner, he feared his secret coming to light would end the relationship between them. That was why he needed Kara. He felt the same about her as he did about Zeke, and he prayed she would agree to be their sub. Then maybe, just maybe, he could be satisfied with that arrangement and the rest would diminish and take a back seat.

  "And your partner, is she the sub you have in mind?" Declan had always been an extremely perceptive chap.

  Zeke nodded. "One and the same."

  "I see the way of it. As long as it doesn't wreck my Zoey's wedding plans, with everything she's been through here recently, I wish you the best of luck. I want our wedding to be her every dream brought to life, please keep that in mind as you pursue your partner."

  "Will do," Chase replied, more resolved than ever to make Kara their sub.

  Chapter Four

  Kara slept, unmoving, for ten blissful hours. By the time she awoke, the autumn sun was dipping beneath the western horizon. Feeling refreshed and with an abundance of energy at the wrong end of the day, she ordered a meal from the kitchens and showered while she was waiting. The bathroom alone was worth the horrible jet-lag. She could fit both her kitchen and bathroom inside this one. It was insane how large and lavish it was. She had her choice of an enormous tub with Jacuzzi jets she'd have to make use of while she was here, or a shower befitting the gods. Kara couldn't remember the last time she'd had a luxurious bath. Her cramped bathroom tub basin was barely large enough for a child to bathe in, let alone an adult.

  More than spacious, decorating the pool of a tub were a pair of matching Greek columns framing the entrance, with two stairs leading up to the sunken bathtub. The taupe porcelain tiles, the real deal, none of the vinyl stuff like she had in her bathroom, felt cool beneath her feet. Next to the tub the glass encased shower held a dark wooden bench and more than one nozzle. Her toiletry bag was where she had left it that morning on the built in, dark wooden vanity. She could actually imagine sitting on the cushioned taupe leather chair each morning to do her make-up and hair. A far cry from the small bathroom mirror above her sink she currently used every morning.

  The shower was just this side of heaven. She let the water soothe her nerves. Kara was no closer to an answer regarding Zeke and Chase. It was like she was split down the middle, with her mind in one camp, firmly against doing anything and keeping their relationship strictly professional. Then her body was squarely in the opposite camp, wishing her brain would click off so that she could surrender to the magnetic pull of Zeke and Chase. Just the thought of having both of them at once made her heart stutter. And that was the thing; she didn't know where her heart lay. Kara was always very careful about getting too close, about shielding her heart from breaking. Her father leaving her and her mother at a young age made her distrustful when it came to men. He'd left, and never looked back. As much as Kara knew in her head that not all men did that, her heart didn't believe it. So she'd always kept men at arm's length, never allowing them to get too close, even when she shared her body with them, she kept her heart closed off.

  It was one of the reasons why she had so many gay male friends. They were safe to love, could fill he
r male companionship needs for the most part, and didn't leave her heart bleeding if they walked away. That was why she'd let Zeke and Chase worm their way into her heart, as friends. Now her entire sense of balance with them was completely off kilter, making her feel like she was trying to cross a rope bridge that wouldn't stop swaying and shaking. And one wrong step, a simple misplaced foot, would snap the bridge in two and she'd tumble into a cavernous pit where only pain resided.

  She wasn't going to think about it anymore. Not tonight. It made her frustrated that she was no closer to a solution. Her movements were jerky as she shut the water off and stepped from the shower.

  Kara was glad she'd brought her robe as she slid it on her shoulders, figuring she'd eat first, dress, and then take a bit of a tour of the incredible house she found herself a guest in. That way she could refine some of the mock-ups that she'd put together before the flight. She had a feeling she and Zoey were going to get along famously. The bride wasn't a diva at all as far as she could tell from their small introduction. Kara was usually spot on about reading personalities. A tour of the place, seeing where the wedding would happen, would help her refine her proposals to deliver. Kara was a visual person, so for her, seeing made all the difference in the world.

  Kara left the bathroom and skidded to a halt. Zeke and Chase were in the sitting room portion of the room, at the tiny bistro style table and chairs. There was a rolling cart with the meal she'd requested. It seemed she wasn't dining alone. She felt her pulse rate accelerate at what she knew would be a confrontation. She hated those. Was never any good at them, and typically tried to avoid them at all costs.

  Pulling her robe tighter around her body, almost as if she was wrapping a shield around her heart, she straightened her shoulders, prepared for whatever they planned to launch her way.

  "What can I do for you two?" Kara inquired, doing her best to seem unfazed by the fact that they had intruded on her room.

  Zeke and Chase's gazes ran over her length of her body and she resisted the urge to fidget under their intense inventory. The fact that she was clothed in just a robe without a stitch on underneath, while they were both fully clothed, was apparently not lost on either of them. Chase bit his lip as he studied her. Zeke, the brasher of the two, wore his hunger blatantly across his features, like he wanted nothing more than to bend her over the table and… crap! Was that his fantasy or hers?

  "You know what we want, Kara. What we would like to know is whether you have come to a decision regarding our offer. Have a seat, and will discuss it," Zeke ordered, pointing to the unoccupied chair between the two of them.

  Unwilling to budge or show weakness of any kind, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And if I don't?"

  How dare Zeke treat her like she was already theirs? Did he think she'd capitulate this easily or was that much of a pushover? She understood Dom behavior, but she had not agreed to anything yet, and the fact that he acted as if he was her Dom infuriated her. She eyed the bathroom door, wondering if she should just go back inside and refuse to come out until they left her room.

  "Try it, and see how far you get," Zeke warned, reading her intentions on her face. She cursed her inability to hide her emotions. She'd never had a good poker face and Zeke knew her well enough that he picked up on her body language with ease. Chase didn't interrupt their verbal sparring, only watched with hooded desire. She wondered who was the more lethal of the two? Zeke with his forthright attitude, or Chase with his simmering undercurrents.

  Zeke's words enraged her. She couldn't have stopped her flippant words as they poured from her mouth if she'd tried. "Oh, really? What the fuck are you going to do about it? I'm not the one who lied to my partners, only to ambush them on the eve of one of their company's biggest jobs, and try to force them into a decision. I don't feel like sitting anywhere near you, thank you. I want you out of my room."

  "No one is trying to force you into anything," Chase stated, attempting to be the peace keeper.

  "Oh no? Bullshit. You're a bunch of lying assholes. I'm not doing this with you right now. We have a wedding to plan. And I've never lied to you."

  "Kara," Zeke warned with a tick in his jaw, "now who is lying? You desire both of us. I've seen it with my eyes. Your face flushes and you lick your lips. I've even seen you bite your lip when you look at Chase."

  Her back up against a wall, she denied her obsession with them and sputtered, "I do not."

  "That's it. This little charade ends now." Zeke moved without warning, his hand shackled her wrist and he yanked her across his lap. Even a rattlesnake warned you before it struck, but not Zeke. The impact of her midsection against his muscular thighs drove the air from her lungs. He had her robe up over her head, her bottom bared to both himself and Chase, before the shock hit her system.

  "What the hell do you think you are doing? Zeke, let me up," she screeched, fighting off his hold. Never mind the fact that her bare butt was on display for both of her partners, or the skitters of excitement that raced in her veins; her brain choose option three and attempted to wrestle from his iron hold.

  Kara bucked and wriggled in her attempt to escape. Zeke's powerful hands grappled with her body. "Help me, will you?" she heard him mutter. She couldn't see anything with her robe and hair in her face. Kara felt more than saw movement, and then a second set of hands restrained her upper body.

  Chase was helping Zeke restrain her. The jerk!

  "Let me go," she ordered. They were officially on her shit list. Any possibility of her considering their deal evaporated with the brutish treatment they were giving her right now. She'd never thought they would be so crass.

  "No, Kara, I will not. This is the first rule, whether you submit to us or not, you will be honest with us or you will be punished. We won't have dishonesty between us. Your discipline is for the lies."

  Zeke's large hand connected with her rear. Kara yelped at the sharp, unexpected pain that brought moisture to her eyes. She fought their hold, attempting to dislodge herself from Zeke's lap, but they were stronger, and her struggles were more like a fly battling a tornado. Zeke followed the first swat with a series of hard slaps across her cheeks. Everywhere his hand connected with her flesh, her bottom burned and grew enflamed.

  "Stop it, you have no right," she choked out through tears. Fury and shame mingled inside her. There was a dam inside her that she felt cracking with every whack of his hand against her bottom.

  "I will stop when you admit you lied," Zeke said, his hand delivering another hard thwack, the sound reverberating in the room.

  "No! I will not!" She screeched as his hand fell again. The firmness of Chase's hands on her upper body kept her immobile and she seethed.

  She clamped her lips shut, prepared to endure the spanking. The moment they let her loose, she would give them a piece of her mind. She lost count of the number of times Zeke's hand connected with her buttocks. Kara's backside was on fire, the pain throbbing. She stopped fighting, stopped moving. Kara clamped her lips shut, unwilling to let them see how this was affecting her. Some of the swats were forceful enough she couldn't seem to stop herself from hissing at the pain.

  Sometime during the spanking, the tension in Kara's shoulders eased, her rigid posture relaxed bit by bit, and she began to anticipate each whack. Her insides grew buttery and she felt all her thoughts melt away. The walls of her vagina quivered and clenched as the pain morphed, sending volts of lighting to her sex.

  It had been forever since she'd had a Dom discipline her. She'd forgotten how good it felt, how much she had reveled in it, and just how hot it made her. She could feel wetness coating her inner thighs. Kara moaned unintentionally as Zeke's hand connected again and reddened her ass.

  Then Chase shifted her robe and hair from her face, his lips captured her mouth, and began drinking in her startled moans. Zeke's hand stopped tanning her bottom and began massaging it. Fire burned in her rear as he caressed the tender flesh. Need pulsated as Chase's lips possessed hers.

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p; God, can the man kiss!

  She opened to his invasion as his tongue thrust inside her mouth. Kara was lost in the heady feel of his kiss, sinking into him as he tanked her resolve to resist them. Zeke slid two fingers inside her vagina and her eyes rolled back inside her head at the incredible pleasure of feeling him spearing her depths. Zeke thrust his fingers in a gentle, lazy rhythm, just enough to set her body on edge. She couldn't move, could do nothing but accept his fingers stroking and teasing her tight channel.

  Chase nipped and sucked on her bottom lip, tracing the contours of her mouth with his tongue. He nibbled at the corners of her mouth, drew her tongue into his mouth, and then plundered hers. Zeke amped up his ardent finger fucking, adding a third digit. She could feel her release spiraling closer with every forceful plunge of his fingers.

  The walls of her vagina quivered, clenching at his fingers, her orgasm imminent. Then Zeke withdrew his fingers, Chase released her mouth. Zeke righted her robe and set her on her feet. Her legs wobbled as she stood, her body vibrating with need, shaking she was so on edge, in need of climax.

  Zeke licked his fingers, sucking them into his mouth and tasting her juices. Chase stood up and went back to his seat at the table. Neither one of them seemed affected in the least by what had just occurred, while Kara felt like her defenses been split in two. And Zeke knew unequivocally that he'd taken her body to the edge of climax, and it appeared like he wasn't going to do anything about it.

  "Problem, pet?" Zeke stared up at her as she shook.

  Desire and fury swarmed in her chest, battling for dominance in her frame. Her body was alive with need, her blood thrummed in her veins, her sex pulsed and moisture dripped onto her thighs. Zeke planned on leaving her body unfulfilled, the bastard. On all accounts. She wanted to scream and rage. She wanted to smack the knowing look off Zeke's face, but mostly, she wanted to come.

  "Get out," she muttered, seething. Her chest heaved as she worked to curtail her hormones.