Two Doms for Kara (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 3) Page 8

  Her world had dwindled to him and his urgent, demanding kiss. His breaths were hers, she needed nothing but what he gave her, and she felt her body let go of any inhibitions, surrendering to Zeke without thought of consequence.

  Then his large hands ripped her blouse open down the middle, exposing her breasts in the black polka-dot bra, the buttons of her blouse pinged and scattered on the tile around the room.

  "I need to fuck you. Right now," Zeke stated bluntly, and Kara's insides shivered in delicious anticipation.

  "Yes. But my blouse!" she cried, not that she cared over much; she was startled by the virulent passion exploding forth from Zeke. He was like a hurricane battering at her defenses and sending her hormones into overdrive.

  "I'll buy you ten to replace it," he promised as he swiveled her body so that her back was to him and they both faced the vanity mirror and long marble countertop.

  Zeke shoved her up against the counter, yanked her skirt up to her hips, and bent her forward. He ripped her panties, snapping the delicate silk aside and exposing her sex to him. She watched his face in the mirror as he undid the zipper on his pants in one smooth yank. His turgid length spilled from his pants and then he was pushing his thick shaft inside her pussy in a forceful plunge. She started to close her eyes as he entered her, the sensations of his penis stretching the walls of her channel were intense.

  "No, don't close your eyes. I want you to watch me fucking you, pet. Understand?" He held her gaze in the mirror, never losing his stride as he thrust his erection inside her quivering folds.

  "Yes, Master," she replied on an open mouthed moan, and was rewarded with some brutal, fast digs. He gripped her hips tight enough she was sure she would have bruises before he was through but she didn't care. He pumped his hips, his length furrowing deep with every lunge. She held on to the counter as her desire intensified with every hard stroke.

  He drew his right hand back and landed a hard smack on her right bottom cheek as he plunged his cock inside her pussy. The heat of the blow singed along her nerve endings, traveling directly to her pussy, making her clench around his member and adding to her pleasure.

  "Again, please Master," she begged him as lust took hold. She just wanted him to keep fucking her.

  He was in an obliging mood, dropping a smattering of swats against her rear. It made her lose control and she was keening his name. "Master Zeke, harder, please."

  His hands were on her shoulders as he increased the tempo of his thrusts and all the while she watched his expression, loving how fierce his face became as he pistoned his hips, plunging inside her. The slap of flesh filled the room. Just as she felt the beginning tremors of her climax, Zeke withdrew his erection from her pussy.

  "No, don't stop, Master," she wailed in frustration, her muscles clenching.

  He swiveled her body, turning her face toward him and was about to lift her up onto the counter when she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

  "Let me suck your cock, Master," she pleaded, staring at his proud erection. It was bloody perfect. And she wanted it in her mouth.

  The only acquiesce she received was a tight nod and he pushed her down into a kneeling position. She happily sank down in front of him. Hungrily taking him into her mouth, she reveled in the taste of herself on his firm cock. Bobbing her head up and down, she moaned around him, running her tongue over the head. He began to piston his hips, fucking her mouth just as brutally as he had done with her pussy.

  Then he pulled his member free from her mouth and hefted her up onto the counter.

  "I want to come inside you," Zeke said, and plunged inside her vagina.

  His words made her desire spiral higher and she thrust her hips, meeting his ardent strokes. Her world had boiled down to him and the rigorous fucking her was giving her. Their gazes locked as he pounded her flesh, slamming his pelvis against hers as she undulated her hips, so near the edge. She sank her fingers into his back, holding on as he lost control, ramming his cock inside her to the hilt, hitting her cervix in an almost painful fashion. Over and over, in and out, sweat dripped down her back, coated their bodies, and she could do nothing but hold on and ride the waves of his passion. A tsunami hit her nervous system as wave upon wave of ecstasy pounded through her body.

  "Ah, Master!" She screamed as her climax riddled her body, clenching and spasming over his thick erection.

  "Kara," Zeke roared. "Ah, I'm coming."

  Rapid thrusts pounded inside her as his cock jolted in her folds, then the hot jets of Zeke's semen poured forth in her channel and filled her as his own climax cascaded through him. He continued thrusting until every drop of their orgasms was spent.

  Zeke captured her lips and kissed her gently, she felt her heart tremble and quake. She knew she was losing her heart to her partners. But could she be in love with two men at the same time?

  Chapter Seven

  Chase was in the ballroom, drop cloths underneath his feet as he sawed and shaped a series of Greek columns. He loved working with his hands. There was the technical side of his job, the architectural design, the calculations and formulas inherent with creating a structure which he enjoyed immensely. But what he loved more was actually creating the design with his own two hands. It soothed his soul in ways little else did.

  He'd worked at an architectural firm in Manhattan for a half dozen years before he decided to break free and go it on his own. Chase liked what he did, while he wasn't creating monolithic buildings that would stand the test of time and be lauded for generations, or designing new homes and discovering ways to improve a home's durability, he felt like he was creating works of art that brought people joy. It had been by accident that he'd fallen into designing temporary structures for weddings. And now his designs were highly sought after in the wedding industry. His creations had landed on numerous bridal magazine covers over the years and the industry standards were constantly changing. He liked the fact that he could design multiple projects in a year.

  Whenever he worked like this with his hands and tools he would lose track of time, getting lost inside the act of creation. Well, usually he would. Today had been an unlikely exception to the rule. As he carved and contoured the wood, he remembered the silky feel of Kara's skin. The way her hips curved and flared. How her breasts fit snuggly in his hands and the feel of her tight sheath around him. He didn't think he'd ever been so happy with nary a dark cloud hovering. The fact that he and Zeke had finally joined with Kara drove away most of the darkness in his soul.

  He loved her, had almost since the first time they had met. Even though he still felt part of the puzzle piece was missing in his heart, he was confident that loving Kara, having her love him back, would be enough.

  It had to be enough.

  By the time he finished for the day, dinner had come and gone and the sun had set. He liked Declan's home. There were a couple of things he would change if it was his, from an architectural standpoint, anyway. Mrs. Stewart fed him dinner in the kitchen upon his request. He was filthy from his work and didn't want to make more work for the help than necessary. Chase's mom had been a hotel maid when he was growing up and she'd always seemed so tired. He never liked adding to someone's plate, even when he knew that Declan paid his help extremely well.

  The older matron clucked about him like a mother hen, making sure he had his fill of succulent roast beef. She reminded him a bit of his mother before she'd passed. He didn't know why he was thinking about his mom so much other than he knew she would have adored Kara. She had traits his mom would have approved of had she not gotten a brain tumor and passed away before her fiftieth birthday.

  Christ, his thoughts were maudlin today. He should be jumping for joy, not dredging up painful memories of the past.

  Shaking himself, Chase finished his meal and then trudged to the elevator, taking the conveyance up to his room.

  He wondered what Kara and Zeke were doing right now. They'd agreed to meet in Kara's room tonight instead of the DFC, which he was fine wi
th. He didn't want to mingle, he just wanted to hear their sub's sweet cries of ecstasy. Chase stopped in his room and took a quick shower to eliminate the thin layer of sawdust coating his skin and hair. He dressed casually, planning to be out of his clothes before long if he had anything to say about it.

  Chase exited his room and went next door, to Kara's. He heard his lovers' voices through the door and didn't hesitate to turn the knob. What he saw upon entering made his dick harden in an instant. Kara was fully restrained and on her back. It almost brought him to his knees as a wave of desire swamped his system.

  "About time you joined us," Zeke said from his supine position on the bed next to Kara as he caressed the pert globes of her breasts. Kara's breathy little gasps were sweet music to Chase's ears.

  Zeke had frog tied Kara's legs, tying her ankles to her thigh, then they had been spread, exposing her delicate folds open in invitation. The position tilted Kara's pelvis up for a deep penetration. Christ, Kara looked like an offering to a god. The lips of her pussy gleamed with moisture and made Chase's mouth water. Her hands were bound above her head in leather cuffs that were connected to a single chain attached to the headboard. Her beautiful tits, the tight buds of her nipples, pointed toward the ceiling as Zeke fondled them.

  "Master," Kara cried, joy stamped across her features as she spotted him. His gut clenched.

  He'd loved her for years, but her open responses to him and Zeke were making him fall in love with her, and he was surprised at how deeply altered he felt. The glistening dew coating her pussy lips beckoned him. He stripped on his way to the bed, kicking his shoes off and letting his clothes fall where they may.

  He climbed in and went directly for the plump lips of her pussy. He licked over her folds, loving the sound of her shocked little gasps as he swirled his tongue within her slick folds. He lashed and circled her clitoris, humming his enjoyment against the tiny nub. At Kara's moans he increased the pressure of his tongue and then he inserted two fingers, growling at the way her sheath clasped at them, drawing them further inside her snug channel. He teased her core with his teeth, playfully biting as he thrust his fingers.

  "Suck my cock," he heard Zeke say, and Chase shot his gaze up Kara's taut body and watched Zeke straddle her torso.

  Chase continued to eat Kara's pussy with fervent zeal as he watched Zeke thrust his hips and heard Kara moaning around his shaft. It turned him on like nothing he'd experienced before. They'd shared women, but never before had he been so perilously close to acting out his fantasy. As much as he loved topping women, he wanted Zeke to dominate him in the worst way. Seeing Zeke fuck Kara's mouth, the muscles in his ass clench as he thrust his length, Chase was afraid he would spill his seed before he ever entered Kara's pussy.

  He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking on Kara's sweet folds, plunging his fingers in her channel and adding a third. The sounds of her garbled moans made him suck on her clitoris harder. He was rewarded for his efforts as Kara wailed, her pussy quivering and clamping around his fingers as her climax rippled through her body.

  Chase rose and knelt before her splayed thighs, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slid home as Zeke withdrew from her mouth and scooted to the edge of the bed.

  "Hey, gorgeous." He undulated his hips in rapid succession, earning him a series of gasping mewling moans.

  Zeke returned with a black mask, sliding it around Kara's eyes.

  "We're going to fuck you, little sub. Hard and fast, and trade off so you won't know who's fucking you," Zeke murmured.

  With that Chase unleashed his primal instinct, shuttling his cock inside her quaking pussy in hard fast strokes. She was panting and moaning as he slammed his dick inside and felt his climax erupt.

  He moved quickly to her side so Zeke could take his place between her spread legs. It was incredibly hot watching him fuck her. Chase felt his dick hardening once again, listing to the slap of flesh and his lovers' combined moans. Kara strained against her bonds, arching her back as passion enveloped her body. He bent over and flicked his tongue over her engorged nipple. He loved how she tasted like peaches and cream.

  Chase was in position as soon as Zeke withdrew his member. Chase plunged; sliding his erection inside Kara's quavering folds. Kara's body trembled and vibrated as he thrust, pounding his dick inside her pulsating sheath. Back and forth, he pounded inside her, bringing her to the brink, and then Zeke would trade positions, taking his turn. Kara was screaming and keening she was so lost in ecstasy. Chase didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful sight than the rosy flush covering her skin as Zeke plunged his dick inside her pussy. Zeke was reaching his zenith; Chase could tell by the firm set of his jaw and the thunderous look of lust in his eyes.

  Zeke roared his completion, his neck strained and his body rigid before he was withdrawing from Kara and sliding next to her.

  When Chase entered her, feeling the wet coating of Zeke's semen, he knew this was the final bout. Zeke lay sprawled on his side, his member flaccid and his face replete with the excessive number of climaxes he'd experienced with their little sub. Chase pistoned his hips, ramming his cock inside the quaking clasp of Kara's pussy over and over again. He hammered his cock inside her, feeling his dick swell and lengthen; he knew his release was imminent.

  Once, twice, he shuttled his length in hard pounding strokes that hit the lip of her womb, and then he felt her body constrict around him. The vibrating squeeze of her vagina toppled his hold, shoving his body over the edge of oblivion.

  "Kara," he moaned her name as he poured his seed inside her and continued fucking her until the last of his tremors had subsided. His legs felt like jelly as he withdrew and sat back on his haunches. Zeke undid her wrist cuffs and removed the blindfold. Chase unfastened her legs from the leather restraints. He massaged the muscles along her thighs and calves as he straightened her legs. Kara groaned from having them in that position for so long, which was why he tended to her, wanting to ensure her muscles were not too abused.

  Once the restraints had been removed and Kara tended to, Chase collapsed by her side, pulled her in for a gentle kiss, and then closed his eyes. He was thrilled about the way Kara curled into him. Zeke lay on his back, his eyes closed, not moving any closer than linking his fingers with Kara's. It would do. It had to.

  * * *

  Zeke heard Kara's husky laughter, opening his eyes he shifted his head and smiled. Kara and Chase were playfully kissing, giggling as they teased one another. Warmth speared his chest at witnessing their interaction, especially Chase; the man had been so serious of late, it was great to hear him sounding happy.

  He'd known Kara was theirs, that she was missing link they'd needed in their lives, for a while now. Zeke wanted more from her, wanted to create a home and family with her, and wanted her willing to offer them forever. Zeke could remember the first time they'd met, at a bridal conference at one of the Times Square hotels. He'd still been so raw from the behind the scenes implosion of his cooking show, Blazing Inspirations, that he had been positive he'd never be willing to trust another woman again. How Melissa had set him up, sleeping her way up the food chain to become his assistant, and then using what she'd uncovered about his lifestyle to try and blackmail him.

  She'd failed in her blackmail attempts, but the damage had been done at the network and he'd walked away from an eight figure contract.

  And then Kara had upended his world, quite literally, running into him as she barreled onto an elevator he was attempting to debark from. Her compact little body had rammed into him, knocking him back against the wall with a surprising force. Zeke still remembered the way she'd stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers, tears lining her inky black lashes as she had asked him if he was okay—when it was clear to him that she was running from someone or something. His every Dom tendency had surged, wanting to shield and protect this lioness of a woman. She'd apologized so sweetly, begging his forgiveness, saying she was in a hurry because a caterer for one of her weddi
ngs had quit. In a moment that had come to define his existence, when he'd not known what to do with his sinking career, he'd offered Kara aid right then and there, saying that he would be more than happy to replace her caterer on such short notice.

  He'd escorted her to a pub a block away from the conference madness, where they'd hashed out the details of the wedding. Zeke had fallen for her steely resolve and gumption before the evening was over. He'd had Chase join them for dinner, and it was then that the inkling of an idea had wiggled into his brain. That had been five years ago. A simple chance meeting and she had set his life on a newer and much brighter path.

  Bringing himself back to the present, he shifted as the love play between Chase and Kara heated up. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, as much as he enjoyed watching Chase top their sub individually right now, Zeke wanted to participate. He scooted over, his erection already straining to sink inside Kara's silky flesh, until he was flush against her back. He tasted her neck, planting open mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulders, his tongue caressing the delicate flesh. Zeke brushed his hands down over the smooth lines of her back.

  Chase released Kara's lips and Zeke turned her face toward him, stealing a drugging kiss of his own, tangling his tongue in a heated duel with hers. She was so fierce and loving. Zeke wanted this woman in a way that defied logic. He wanted his child at her breast one day, wanted a life with her and Chase. He broke the passionate kiss.

  "Morning, mind if I join?" He nipped her bottom lip.

  She moaned against him. Chase was thrusting his fingers inside her pussy. He reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of lube from the night stand. Pouring a generous amount into his hand, he spread the lubricant over the tight rosette bud of her anus. Inserting his finger, he pressed past the tight ring of muscle, driving his digit back and forth, stretching the tight walls of her back channel.

  He added a second finger, loving the skintight grip of muscles as he prodded and thrust. He knew that between himself and Chase, Kara was delirious in her passion. Her mewling cries stirred his Dom tendencies something fierce, it made him redouble his efforts to give her the orgasm of her life.