Wolf-Bound: Unfamiliar Territory, page 16
While Damien supported her butt, Jake pushed her forward, guiding her breasts into the holes. Devlin fastened the strap across her waist. Then he grabbed her arms and pulled them up along the outside of the bench. Again, she’d missed something ‑‑ the wrist straps at the top. He fastened her in; then they all let go. She was wide open to them, totally vulnerable.
The fire of need inside her had never burned hotter.
Her head was turned to the left, her right cheek resting on the brushed suede. Jake came around to where she could see him. “How does it feel?”
Jenny considered. There was pressure at the strap points on her wrists and waist, and behind her knees where they rested on the padded bars, but it wasn’t unbearable. She nodded. “I’m okay.”
He grinned. “Good.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, down along her back. Devlin sat on the bench in front of her. She couldn’t see him, but his fingers tweaked her nipples. Jenny moaned, her pussy clenching. Behind her, Jake chuckled. “Oh, Jen. We’ve barely even begun, baby.” She jerked involuntarily as his fingers outlined her gaping lips. “Goddess. You’re dripping wet. Maybe this will help.”
He worked something cool, with lots of rounded protuberances, like tiny fingers, into her pussy. Jen gasped, attempting to wiggle, but their contraption held her tight. Jake chuckled as her pussy spasmed repeatedly. “So eager!”
She heard a snick, and then the fingers were vibrating. “Oh, Goddess.” Jenny squirmed, what little she could, and Jake twisted the vibrator inside her as Dev’s fingers tightened on her nipples. She felt her climax approaching already and knew they were right ‑‑ they were just getting started, and oh, it felt so good. They were going to ‑‑
The sweet sensation disappeared. “No!”
“Not yet, baby. You don’t get to come yet.” Devlin stopped twisting her nipples.
Jen moaned. “Jake ‑‑”
“Shh, baby.” He ran his fingers lightly down her back. Calming her, bringing her down, until her tremors faded.
He must have given some kind of signal. Damien strode to the counter just in her line of sight. A metallic object clinked against the stainless-steel countertop as he scooped it up. He walked toward her, taking Devlin’s place on the stool.
She couldn’t see his face. Couldn’t see any of them unless they moved to her left. It was maddening, but at the same time incredibly erotic, not knowing where that next touch would be, who it would be.
Ice-cold prongs, pinching her breasts. Jen gasped. Weights, pulling down on her nipples, swayed with each breath. She whimpered fitfully.
Jake whispered in her ear. “What is it, baby? You like that?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Sharp tugs, stretching her nipples. She drew in a shuddering breath. The sensitive nubs stung, bolts of electric sensation spiraling from the throbbing peaks to her pussy. “Oh, Goddess.” She moaned, straining her legs, trying to lift herself so that she could press her clit against the table, make herself come.
Jake tapped her buttock. “None of that, now, or we’ll stop playing.”
Jen froze. Jake stepped behind her, his hands massaging her buttocks. Swirling, twisting, her nipples buzzed with sensation as Damien twirled whatever was attached to her breasts in delicious, rapid circles. “Oh, please,” Jen gasped.
Devlin’s head popped into view. He grinned as he grabbed the edge of her bench, sliding onto his back on the one beneath her.
“Oh, God.” She trembled with expectation.
A thumb and forefinger pinched her clit. She moaned, clenching her pussy. Another pinch. His two hands alternated, one pinching her clit and stretching it out, then the other, milking her incessantly.
Her nipples throbbed; her pussy wept. The scent of her sex filled the air, light and mossy, overlaid by Jake’s rich musk, Damien’s earthy odor, and Devlin’s woodsy aroma.
Her clit and nipples twisted simultaneously. Jen cried out, tightening her ass muscles, her pussy contracting. “Yes, yes!”
Again, the sweet torture ended. “Please, please,” she sobbed. “Please, Jake.”
His breath tickled her ear. “Please what?”
He liked her to say things, liked her to talk dirty. “Please, let me come, Jake.”
“Why, Jenny? Are you horny?”
He slipped a finger into her pussy, stroking.
“Goddess, yes!” she sobbed. “Yes! I’m so horny. I need to come, Jake. Please let me come.” She tightened her pussy, wishing he would stroke a little deeper. She was almost there. Almost.
His pressed a kiss to her cheek, removing his finger. “Not just yet,” he murmured.
She moaned. They were driving her crazy, but it was the most delicious torture she could ever imagine.
He waited, grinning ear to ear as her breathing slowed, steadied. When he was sure she had settled down, he disappeared.
The metallic clamps on her nipples were removed, leaving them pulsing, sensitive.
Fingers tugged her labia apart.
Wet, slapping noises accompanied by light, stinging impacts. Corkscrews of delight twisted through her abdomen as slender strands whipped the tender flesh between her swollen lips. “Oh!”
Warmth. Mouths closing on her nipples, sucking hard. Both breasts tingled. She squeezed her pussy, desperately trying to catch one of the tantalizing flails inside. She wanted something inside her, anything, please, so she could come. “Oh, Goddess.” She moaned, gasping, already climbing the peak again.
Fingers plunged into her pussy. Once. Twice. She no longer knew who was doing what. Didn’t care. Only let me come ‑‑
Gone. All the sweet sensations. She tossed her head. Panting. Sobbing. She kept squeezing her pussy. She had to come. Had to.
“Jen.” A warning tone from Jake.
She stopped, breathing heavy. Begging. “Please. Please-please-please.”
But they waited.
They left her alone this time, waiting for her to calm on her own. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, almost dozing.
Friction. Bristles, drawn across her raw, aching nipples. Jen arched. “Oh, please. Please.”
“What do you want?” Damien now, at her ear. She wasn’t even looking anymore, her eyes closed, all her concentration on the myriad sensations they were giving her. “Suck them,” she begged. “Please, Damien. Suck my nipples.”
Hands, pushing her breasts against one another, pulling the nipples in so that one mouth closed on them both. Sucking on the tips, a tongue flicking lightly across the hypersensitive peaks. Jen whimpered, wanting to beg, wanting to tighten her pussy, resisting because if they knew how close she was, they might stop.
Tongue in her pussy, wriggling, probing. “Goddess!” She clenched her hands, fighting the urge to squeeze.
Hands on her cheeks. Pressing them aside, holding them wide while a tongue flicked back and forth across her anus. She sobbed, all her will going into keeping her muscles still, so they wouldn’t stop.
A kiss, pressed to her rump. “Good girl,” Jacob murmured.
Hot tongue again, working its way inside the tight canal. And…tongue in her pussy, tongue on her breasts. She breathed in gasps, her body trembling.
Warmth, running down between her buttocks. Jen shuddered. Jake leaned over her. “Let’s take it slow, okay?” His pinky glided in on the oil.
She shuddered again. The tongue inside her pussy disappeared, replaced by a questing finger.
Jake’s pinky slipped out. Another finger slipped in. A little thicker. A little longer.
Cool clamps closed on her nipples again. Jen caught her lip between her teeth, afraid to cry out, afraid they’d hear how good it felt and make her wait again. The ‑‑ chains? cords? ‑‑ were being tugged criss-cross, pulling her breasts together. Then Damien must have fastened them to something, because the pulling stopped, but her breasts remained close together. She took a deep breath, whimpering as she felt her swollen peaks touching one another.
Her ass. Another finger gone, another one in.
Two fingers in her pussy now. Devlin, digging deep, stroking the finger Jake had buried in her ass. It felt so good, she couldn’t help it. She moaned.
A shadow fell across her. She raised her head, glancing up. Damien was kneeling on the front bench. He grinned, his hands busy where she couldn’t see them. Warm oil trickled between her breasts. A thick, hot cock slid up between them.
Jacob’s fingers on her cheeks again, pulling them wide. His thumb thrust into her. She tossed her head, barely able to keep from clenching her muscles tight around him.
Damien’s cock slipped slowly up and down between her oiled breasts while his fingers tugged at the chains, making her aching peaks buzz.
Devlin’s fingers plunged in and out of her weeping slit while his tongue lapped at the edges of her pussy, drinking her essence.
Jacob’s thumb swirling, swirling in her ass.
“Please,” she sobbed.
Jake didn’t answer, and he didn’t stop.
She knew what he wanted.
“Please, Jake. You promised. You promised to fuck me in the ass.”
He gasped, shoving his thumb deep inside her. Dev’s fingers danced in her pussy. Damien’s cock stroked faster and faster in the hollow between her breasts.
“Please,” she begged. “I’ve been waiting so long. I’ve dreamt about it, Jake. Your thick, hard cock, so long, buried deep inside my ass. Fucking me.”
He groaned. His thumb disappeared. She heard the quiet rasp of a zipper.
“Fuck my ass, Jake,” she whispered. “Fuck me. All of you.”
Three ragged groans.
Jake’s hands tugged her cheeks apart. His feverish cock pressed against her rim. “Sorry, Jen,” he whispered. “Waited too long. Can’t…can’t go slow.” He shoved himself inside her.
Stretching and pain. But the pain was lost beneath the pleasure. Jen moaned, savoring the feel of him inside her. So big, so thick, his flesh like fire where it pressed against hers. Her ass clenched, holding him tight.
Pressure. Jen gripped the corners of the apparatus, moaning as he forced himself deep inside her. Her ass ached, but ached in time to the piercing pleasure in her clit. “All the way,” she whispered. “Please.”
Jake groaned, bending over her, grabbing her shoulders, pressing her down. Down.
She screamed.
Jake’s cock. Buried. Oh, thank the Goddess. Buried inside her. “Yes. Yes!”
Her pussy clenched, closing tight on Devlin’s fingers.
Her breasts throbbed. Damien thrust between them, his balls slapping her flesh. He froze, moaning, the ring at the base of his cock expanding between her slick orbs.
Jake withdrew slowly, so slowly, then rammed into her again. “Jake!”
“Talk to me, Jen.”
“Please, Jake. Hard and fast. Please!”
Her ass spasmed.
He slammed into her again. And again.
“Yes!”
The ring at the base of Jake’s cock swelled inside her.
He gasped. “Touch it, Dev. Stroke it.”
Dev’s fingers burrowed deep, stroking Jake’s cock through the intervening tissues.
Jen gasped, moaning.
Damien squeezed her breasts tight, shuddering, his cock throbbing between them.
Jake’s cock erupted, flooding her ass.
She screamed, the pressure inside her finally exploding, her ass and pussy sucking frantically at the cock and fingers buried within.
White-hot incandescence burned in her veins, sizzled along her nerves. She arched, holding her breath, frozen in ecstasy.
Damien’s cock fountained. He caught the liquid in his hand, held it to her mouth. She drank, lapping like a puppy, looking up into his eyes like lakes of blue fire, drowning in the desire that burned there. Endlessly coming, coming, draining Jake’s cock dry, pussy-sucking Dev’s fingers, running her tongue across Damien’s hand to catch every last drop of his pearly seed.
Jake collapsed against her back, his breathing ragged, whispering her name over and over. “Jen, Jen, Jen. Goddess, baby. What you do to me. You’re so good, so good.” He rested for a moment, then backed away.
Devlin slipped out from beneath her. Stepped in behind her. His cock slipped into her slick cunt. “Oh, Devlin,” she whimpered. “Dev, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, baby.” Jacob was at her side, stroking her back, watching Dev’s cock glide in and out, slick with her juices.
Jen shook her head no, but to her surprise, the pressure was already building in her pelvis again. Good Goddess, how could they do this to her? After that incredible orgasm, how could she want them again so badly?
Dev leaned over her, his hands slipping beneath the bench. His fingers found her clit. He spread the tiny slit there, held it apart with two fingers, tickling inside with the tip of his pinky nail.
“Goddess, yes!” He thrust, harder and harder, milking her clit, pressing it against her pubic bone. She tossed her head. “Make me come. Make me come!”
He sheathed his cock, his whole length immersed in her pussy. Jenny’s fingers gripped the corners of her bench tightly. “Yes, Dev. Oh, Goddess, yes!”
The ring expanded, locking them together. His cock thrust and retreated, thrust and retreated, still inside her, but expanding and retracting within its sheath as only weyr cock could. “Oh, Goddess,” she moaned. “I love weyr cock. Love the way it feels inside me.”
Dev growled, nipping her back.
Pleasure blossomed in her clit, her pussy. Warmth melted her abdomen, spreading as his essence permeated her pussy. His fingers milked her clit, prolonging her climax, driving her higher and higher until she couldn’t take it. “No more! Please, no more,” she sobbed. “It’s too much.”
He tweaked her clit, and she tipped over the peak, pleasure slamming through her in shuddering waves. She gripped the bench for dear life, drowning in pure bliss, until the waves began to subside. A shiver. Another shiver. And then it was done.
Damien unstrapped her wrists, Dev her ankles. Jake unfastened the belt across her middle, and they lifted her off. Jake cradled her in his arms. Dev opened the door, and Jake carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.
“Can we do that again?” she murmured sleepily, already burrowing into the sheets.
He chuckled. “You liked that, huh?”
“Very much.”
“Every now and again,” he promised. “When you’ve been very, very good.”
She smiled, sinking into the pillows, allowing sleep to overtake her.
Unrevealed Concerns
A few days later, the four of them stood on the porch of a house surrounded by drifts of snowy white. Jenny sighed. “It’s so beautiful.”
“It sure is,” Damien said, but he was looking at her.
She smiled, moving into the crook of his arm, pressing her body against his solid length.
Jacob and Devlin moved a little closer to the two of them. Jake seemed distracted, his head up, sniffing the air.
Dev frowned at him. “Jake? Something wrong?”
Jake huffed. “Don’t know.” He paced the length of the porch, staring out into the rising twilight. He shook his head. “Let’s go inside.”
Tara and Marshall were in the living room, lounging on a quilt in front of the fireplace. They had come up for a visit and were stranded by the late March snowstorm. Jenny’s tummy rumbled at the buttery smell of fresh-popped corn coming from the bamboo bowl on the floor between them. She snagged a handful and headed for the couch.
Devlin settled into a recliner by the hearth, near the poker and the extra firewood. A baby’s grunt sounded through the monitor. “I’ll bet that’s Collin,” he teased. “Probably smelled the popcorn. Kid could eat a horse.” Everyone laughed, but it was true. Collin never missed a meal, and ate twice as much as the other two. He made up for it by growing twice as fast.
“I can’t believe they’re six months old.” Tara stared into the dancing flames. “Sometimes I forget they’re three months older than Theron.”
“Me, too.” Damien and Jake settled to either side of her on the couch.
She studied Jake’s profile surreptitiously as she leaned her head on Damien’s shoulder. As they had the last two nights, to keep up appearances while they had guests, Devlin and Jake would each sleep in separate spare bedrooms. Tara and Marshall would occupy the third spare room, and Jenny would share her bed only with Damien. Tara knew the truth of their relationship, of course, but Marshall didn’t. Not yet.
The thought of spending yet a third night separated from two of her husbands created an actual pain deep in her chest. It was silly, and she knew she could handle it for a few nights more ‑‑ she’d done so in the past, when it had just been the three of them and Damien or Devlin had gone away on business ‑‑ but it bothered her anyway, maybe the more so because they were still there in the house.
Jake must have been feeling anxious as well, because there was definitely something bothering him. He sat unnaturally still, and she had the impression that his every sense was on guard and focused outward. She longed to wrap her arms around him and make whatever was wrong right, but of course Marshall would never understand a move like that on her part. As far as he was concerned, Damien was her husband. Devlin was just the twin brother who continued living in the house simply because it was home, he and Damien were business partners, and he hadn’t yet found someone of his own. Jake was the hired hand who helped to manage their vast property and happened to be Theron’s father.
As a matter of fact, Marshall actually thought Jake and the baby lived in a small cabin of their own further up the mountain and had simply come down to join them for dinner and gotten stuck as well. Tara knew the truth, of course, but she kept their secrets well.
Damien draped an arm around her shoulders, casually caressing the outer curve of her breast with the pad of his thumb. Her body immediately responded, her nipples tightening. She glanced toward their guests, but they were wrapped in their own embrace, oblivious to the rest of them. Still, she nudged him with her elbow. He had adjusted pretty well to his replacement as the head of the pack, but he did tend to use opportunities like these to bait Jacob, knowing the man could not respond. Probably not a good idea tonight, given Jake’s obvious tension.
