The Unchained Love Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

Unchained Love 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 157,249
2 Ratings (3.5)

In The Dom Unleashes His Wolf, when Gaynor and Cameron discover their Dom is a wolf shape-shifter, their relationship is suddenly turned on its head. Everything has to change. They consider moving into a BDSM community, but then rogue panthers try to steal Gaynor’s friend Ramona. Is nowhere safe to live?

In The Dom Protects His Puma, Omar, a Dom and a panther, knows Ramona, a puma, is his. But she refuses to accept him unless he includes Javier as well. Omar is worried sick about the danger from the rogue panthers, and Javier is only a human, so he finally agrees to them being a ménage, but just for sex.

In The Dom Collars His Sub, Jubilee loves her Dom, Carey, and wants him to collar her, but he needs more. Is Larry, a switch, the answer? But Larry, the business manager at Carnal Connections, is absorbed in preventing rogue panther attacks on the community. Is great sex enough for them, or can they build a relationship?

In The Dom's Patience is Rewarded, panther Dom Oliver has wanted to claim Leticia, another panther, for over a year, but her father is paranoid about attacks by the rogue panthers. Now a human nurse, William, has fallen in love with her too. It’s time for Leticia to decide what she wants.


A Siren Erotic Romance
Cara Adams is a Siren-exclusive author.
The Unchained Love Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)
2 Ratings (3.5)

The Unchained Love Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

Unchained Love 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 157,249
2 Ratings (3.5)
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The basketball round-robin was an even bigger event than he’d gathered from the community service broadcast he’d heard on his car radio on his commute from work on Friday. There must have been at least twenty different matches going on simultaneously. Some of them were pretty ordinary, but others were between very evenly matched teams so were excellent fun to watch, and others still had one or more very good players, which also made for exciting viewing.

All the teams were mixed, with a minimum of two people of each gender, and Gaynor had been quick to point out that what some of the women lacked in height or power, they more than made up for in skills. The three of them certainly saw some very tricky teamwork and neat moves.

“Oh, look. There’s Ramona playing over there. Let’s go watch her team.”

“Ramona? Oh, she’s someone you work with. The woman who’s really good with animals?” asked Cameron.

“That’s right. Long black hair. A member of the team wearing the red shirts,” said Gaynor.

Tor took Gaynor’s hand and they weaved their way in and out of the crowds over to the court where a team of basketballers wearing red shirts were competing against a group that wore purple tops. But whereas all the other teams Tor had noticed were wearing matching shorts, and some even had matching socks and shoes, on the purple team some had black shorts and others navy, and there was no unity at all about their footwear. Mentally Tor shrugged. Likely they were a community group who’d simply amalgamated to play in this competition. A group of people from a club who’d wanted to join in today but didn’t usually play together. After all, giving up an entire day to play basketball was a lot bigger commitment than just playing for an hour or so one night a week.

Tor was entranced by the match. The woman, Ramona, was an excellent player, very fast on her feet and almost always able to guess which way the ball would go. One of the other men on her team, a big guy with black hair, seemed to be watching out for her though, almost as if he was worried someone would hurt her. Ha. I bet she’s his submissive. Likely he didn’t really want her to play today but agreed because it was something she genuinely enjoys doing.

The purple team seemed to be playing a very hard game. Playing the person more than the ball, too, Tor thought. He cut a glance over to Cameron and noticed the man frowning. Yes, he saw it, too. It was a very energetic, tactical, well-matched game, but purple were pushing the boundaries a little, although the umpires didn’t seem to have noticed, likely because it was such a fast game. Both sides really were good. But Tor now was certain this was why the big guy was keeping such a close watch on Ramona. He was obviously afraid someone might hurt her.

This game was being played on one of the more distant courts. It, and the court next to it, backed onto parkland, which was wild, bushy, and didn’t seem to be very well maintained. The fence was just a few strands of wire, not very high, and sagging wire at that. Tor had taken his eyes off the game and was scanning the tall grass and straggly trees when Gaynor gasped. He quickly looked back at the match to see the big guy punch a man who had grabbed Ramona’s ponytail.

“That may not actually be illegal, but that was,” said Cameron rather cryptically.

“Huh?” asked Gaynor.

“You aren’t supposed to pull people’s hair in football either, but basically no one who does it is ever punished. However, punching someone is definitely a no-no.”

The court went wild. Three or four men in purple shirts jumped on the big guy and started punching him. The purple-shirted woman with the ball swiveled and just stood there holding it. A man in a red shirt snatched the ball from her and started up the court with it, while several other red-shirted people had joined the fight.

One of the umpires blew his whistle, but no one was paying him any mind.

The crowd started pushing and shoving, some of them running onto the court to join the fight.




“Lie down, Gaynor. Put your head in Cameron’s lap.”

She did as instructed, not saying a word but giving as sexy a wiggle as she could manage with her ass and hips as she lay down. She was more than ready to begin playing the scene.

Tor opened the bag and withdrew a tiny box. He placed the bag on the nightstand with his flogger, then opened the box. He rested it on her thigh, so she couldn’t see what was inside it but Cameron could. She glanced up at Cameron’s face and saw his gaze heavy lidded with lust. Whatever could be in the box?

Tor kneeled beside the bed and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Gaynor sighed with pleasure. He did that so well. He didn’t just tease the nipple but drew in the areola and flesh around it as well, sucking them deep into his mouth, making them hot and wet with his saliva. It made the rest of her hot and wet, too, with desire for more of his touching.

She wanted to thrust her breast up into his mouth, to force him take more of her, but knew that would only make him stop sucking her nipple. He was the one deciding what to do here. Her job was simply to enjoy it. So she waited to see what he’d do next. When he took his mouth off her skin she almost complained but managed to tighten her lips and remain quiet. But damn, she wanted more!

Tor scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent a moan escaping her mouth. That was so good.

He picked up the little box, took something from it, and stretched her nipple out, elongating it between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. With his other hand he placed the tiny object over her nipple, tightening a screw with his fingers. Nipple clamps. I’ve never worn them before.

There was a slight bite of pain as the clamps tightened, but he sucked her nipple again, soothing it, before placing his mouth over her other breast. This time she appreciated his actions even more as she knew what was happening. Again he wet her nipple and areola, stretched the nipple right out, ensuring it was fully engorged, then placed the clamp over it, tightening it until she was resting on the border of pleasure and pain.

Now what will he do? Or will Cameron do something?

Tor took a chain from the tiny box. Gaynor was confused. Was it a neck chain for Cameron to wear? But no, Tor leaned over her body again and attached one end of the chain to one nipple clamp and the other end to the other nipple jewelry. But Tor was still holding a length of chain. How could that be? Both nipples were already connected by the chain.

This time Tor leaned over her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. She almost gasped, but she managed to hold the sound inside her. A clit clamp! She’d heard of them but had never seen one, and now she was about to be wearing one. Tor sucked her clit hard, causing it to grow and heat. Cream was dripping from her pussy she was so aroused by the touching and the pressure of the nipple clips on her breasts. What effect would the clit clamp have? Would it bring her to orgasm? Or would it be painful when it was attached?

It felt much the same as the nipple clips. A sting of pain, then the throb of a highly aroused piece of flesh under pressure. When Tor attached the chain, he played with it for a while, adding weight and pressure to this nipple, then that one, then tugging on her clit.

“See how pink her skin is, Cameron. I could make her come very easily. Couldn’t I, Gaynor?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like to come right now?”

“Oh yes, please.”

“But that would spoil it, wouldn’t it. You’d only have a small orgasm. I want you to wait much longer, so you have a better climax. You will wait, won’t you, Gaynor?”

She knew he was right, but dammit she wanted to come, now. However, she nodded her head. “All right. I’ll wait, Sir.”

“That’s a good sub.” Tor pulled on the chains again, her clit, her right breast, her clit, her left breast. Immediately her entire body throbbed and hummed with desire, every inch of her body, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Tor stood over her, and she knew he understood how close she was to orgasming. Another touch would send her screaming off the cliff.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered her.





Where is she? I must find her! She’s mine, goddammit, mine!

Omar’s feet were pounding up the staircase while his brain was still trying to work out where to search for her first. The problem was she was so very friendly she could be visiting with almost anyone at all in the community. Omar rounded the bend in the staircase and decided to keep going up to check her room first, only to be almost shoved off the stairs by several human men running down them. “Go to the gate!” yelled one as he pushed past.

But Omar couldn’t. Ramona was his top priority. Only Ramona. Other people could fight off the attackers. He had to protect Ramona. He flung the door to Ramona’s room open. The room was empty. Why wasn’t she hiding in here? He crouched to look under the bed, pulled the closet door open, but it was plain to see there was no one here. He managed to knock on the room next door before wrenching that door open. But Leticia was gone, too.

Finally, Omar stopped and took a breath. Of course. Leticia’s father would have taken them both down to safety, along with the other unmarried women. He should have thought of that first. He’d wasted valuable time!

Omar headed down the staircase, leaping three and four steps in every bound, this time all the way to the basement, the dungeon where the community played their BDSM scenes. Knowing many people might be inside, he opened the door a bit more carefully, but the huge room was empty. What the fuck? Where is she? Where’s Ramona? He needed to protect her. Gods, surely she hadn’t been captured already! No, she couldn’t have been, he’d come the moment the bell rang. Yeah, but what if the alarm was rung only after they were missing? You were playing cards, not guarding your woman as you should’ve been, his conscience sneered at him.

I want to mate with her. I’ve asked her over and over, but she won’t agree. All I want is to keep her safe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go cry a river. You’ve lost her for good now, sneered the other half of his mind.

No! She’s mine! the Dom part of his mind insisted.

So where could she be?

Reluctantly, his brain told him what his heart refused to believe. She’d be out where the trouble was. In the midst of the action. Doing her part to fight off the attackers.

No! They’ll take her! The rogue panthers want full-blood cat-shifters, and there are so few women around. And only one Ramona. One Ramona, and she’s mine!

Omar exploded out of the dungeon, up the stairs, and into the parking lot. He’d never run so fast in his life, and he had to fight to stop himself shifting into his panther form. As a panther he was a better fighter, but he needed to be human to hold Ramona in his arms, against his heart, pressed hard to his body, where she belonged. Where he could protect her. And he’d never let her go ever again, no matter what she said.

In a distant corner of his brain Omar thought it seemed awfully light out there for nighttime, but he was running so fast, his heart so full of fear for his woman, that his brain wasn’t functioning at peak performance. When he reached the main driveway he saw all the enormous lights that illuminated the front of the building and the main entry to the community, making everything as bright as if it were the middle of a summer’s day, not the night.

Several people were standing on the roof of a truck, filming. He recognized Nicholas and Curtis, the movie people Ramona and her friend Gaynor worked with. What the fuck? Omar skidded to a stop, looking everywhere for Ramona, but he was so confused he wondered if he’d been transferred into a different dimension or something. Omar shook his head hard, blinked his eyes, and stared at the crowd. On the road outside the main gates of Carnal Connections were several groups of people. Some of them were the people from the basketball match where the rogue panther group had first tried to capture Ramona. He noticed one man with long dirty-blond hair holding a very large knife against the leg of his jeans. Okay, so it was the rogue panthers, and they were planning to attack.

Omar moved through the crowd of people from Carnal Connections. They were wary but didn’t seem worried or upset. Suddenly, he saw Ramona’s long black ponytail. Omar used his bulk to push past people until he was behind her, then he grabbed her around the waist and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. A boot slammed into his shin, making him wince. Ramona twisted in his arms and her knee got him right in the balls. All the breath left his lungs and he wanted to scream like a girl with the sudden pain. “Ramona?” he gasped.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Omar? I had no idea who’d just grabbed me. Get your hands off me, right now.”

Obediently, he let go. What he really wanted to do was massage his aching balls, but he managed to stand up straight and say, “Ramona, thank the gods you’re not hurt. I was so worried about you.”

“Whatever for? I’m fine, Omar. I’ve told you a million times I can look after myself.” She stared at his nuts as if she could see the bruises forming there right through his jeans.

“I love you. I was worried about you.” He forced his arms to stay by his sides when all he wanted to do was hold her. Or his balls. Or maybe both Ramona and his balls.




“Come over here, JB. Lie on your back in the center of the bed. Sit up, Ramona, and pay attention.”

“What?” JB was shocked. Why was he to lie on the bed? Surely Ramona wasn’t going to suck him? Now?

Ramona dragged herself upright, evidently still not quite awake, but when she looked down at Javier’s suddenly raging hard-on, she smiled.

“It’s only ever like that for you,” he said huskily.

Ramona shoved her hair off her face and flipped her head to send the hair in a dark waterfall down her back. Then she jumped off the bed, rummaged through her clothes for her hair tie, and with a deft flick of her wrist bundled her hair up neatly and wrapped the tie around it close to her head, making a ponytail.

“How do you do that? You make it look so simple.”

Ramona just grinned. Omar cleared his throat, and JB flashed a glance at him from the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, I want to learn how to give good head,” she said, clambering back up on the bed again.

JB lay down as he’d been told, but his cock was standing up like a flagpole. The moment her mouth surrounded him he’d come like a fountain if he wasn’t careful.

“A Master often prefers his slave to keep her eyes down at all times. When she kneels to suck him this is frequently the case, too. But when she sucks a man in bed, the slave making eye contact with the man can be extremely erotic,” said Omar.

Ramona nodded, as if she was memorizing what Omar had said. JB found himself nodding, too. Looking into Ramona’s eyes as she gave him head would be erotic indeed.

“Now, make your tongue as flat as possible and lick his dick from base to tip. Be thorough. Don’t miss any part of him,” ordered Omar.

Ramona bent her head over his cock, took it gently in her hand, and began licking. JB almost swallowed his tongue. Never had anything ever felt this good before, apart from when his cock had been deep in her cunt less than an hour ago. Just as he’d had to work hard not to come the moment he’d entered her, now he had to breathe deeply and bite his tongue not to come in her face. Oh hell, she felt wonderful. Her strokes were absolutely perfect, long and slow, touching him everywhere with just exactly the right amount of pressure—not rough but not too gentle, either.

“Make a circle with your hand around his dick, and move your lips and hand together,” said Omar.

It took Ramona a few moments to figure out what he meant, but soon her mouth and hand were moving up his shaft, licking and stroking him in one movement. “Oh. Unbelievably good,” he said, his throat dry and husky.

“Is his shaft very wet, Ramona?”


“You should say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘Yes, Master,’ in the future. Remember, I’m in control of your pleasure and of JB’s pleasure. Right now, seeing as JB’s dick is wet, his satisfaction will be greatly increased if you blow on it. Look him in the eye and blow gently.”

JB had just microseconds to grab hold of his control so he didn’t come as she blew gently on his shaft, even though her sparkling dark eyes gazed into his with such love in them he thought his heart might burst with joy.

“Suction is created by putting the back of your tongue on the roof of your mouth then sliding it backward to create a vacuum. Practice that first, Ramona, then do it on JB. We call this cock sucking, and now you shall suck him. You should easily fit his cockhead in your mouth and at least another inch of him as well. Eventually, I’ll teach you how to deep throat a man, but we’ll just do the basics today.”

Hell, the basics were killing him. If she ever deep throated him, likely he’d die on the spot. Although undoubtedly he’d be dying as the happiest man on earth.

“Roll his balls. Are they hard and tight against his body? How close is he to coming?”

Ramona did as Omar told her. Just as well she’d stopped sucking his cockhead. That’d about destroyed his control completely.

“Well, Ramona?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really got anything to compare him with.”

Omar gave a slight cough. JB wondered if he was trying not to laugh, so he said, “I’m close but holding on.”

“The frenulum is one of the most sensitive places on a man’s equipment. It’s that area in the center of the underside of the ridge. To learn about it and get used to licking it, rest your chin on the underside of JB’s shaft then put the underside of your tongue there and swipe it from side to side.”

“Aggh.” Javier’s control was almost gone. That felt amazing.

“Now lick his balls. Start at the top left-hand corner and lick down that side, then up the middle seam and down the other side, and back up the middle. As soon as you finish, suck him again,” ordered Omar.

JB knew that would be the finish of him. Her sweet face pressing to his body, her wet tongue trailing over his cock and balls followed by one hard suck, and he’d be done. He glanced over at Omar, who nodded slightly. JB wasn’t really under Omar’s control as such. He hadn’t—yet—promised to be Omar’s sub, but all three of them knew the Dom/sub arrangement would be happening sooner rather than later. It seemed Omar could already tell how very close he was, how difficult it was getting for him to hang on until Ramona’s lesson was accomplished, and Omar was happy for him to come. Well thank God for that. He didn’t think he could hold on any longer anyway. She was so beautiful, so caring, and so damn devastating in what she did.





Jubilee stared at Ramona’s collar. It was so very pretty. It was made of three narrow strands of white leather braided together, meeting at a gold, heart-shaped lock. Quite a few of the submissives here at Carnal Connections had collars. Some were just a plain chain with a padlock that they could wear anywhere without anyone outside the lifestyle knowing what they meant. On the other hand, Lucy’s was a huge, heavily jeweled collar. Jubilee didn’t care what kind of collar she had if only Carey would give her one. All she wanted was to be bound to him forever. She’d be perfectly happy chained to their bed or even chained in the dungeon all day every day if only she had the deep, abiding peace of knowing he wanted her as his slave forever.

Jubilee loved Carey Williams with every cell of her body. Her only aim in life was to serve him. That didn’t mean she didn’t try to beat him in their long-running trivia battle. But if he collared her and told her never to answer a trivia question again she’d be content. If only she could love and serve him formally.

For almost a year now she’d been his sub. The scenes they enacted in the dungeon, or before the entire community in the barn, were the happiest moments in her week. On the rare occasions when he whipped her so perfectly she transcended into subspace, the euphoria lasted for hours and hours. Only in subspace was she truly free. But once the aftereffects died down again here she was, just a sub, not collared, not bound to the man she loved.

Jubilee had tried so hard to be the ideal sub. Pleasing Carey made her happy. When he fucked her or let her suck him she knew exactly what he liked the best and always endeavored to obey him in every detail. Maybe she should be naughty, disobedient? Would he love her more, would he want to collar her, if she was a challenge to his authority? Jubilee shook her head. No, she couldn’t do that. Only in their trivia games would she ever attempt to do anything other than obey his commands.

Blinking away the tears from her eyes, trying hard to be happy for Ramona, Jubilee looked around the barn where she, Ramona, and Gaynor were standing talking to each other. Well, barn wasn’t really quite the right word for the building. It appeared to be an ordinary barn on the outside, but inside it was just a big room with pale cream walls, heavy gold drapes covering long windows, some huge, floor-length mirrors on one wall, and a smallish stage in the center of the room. It was Carnal Connections’s meeting place and community center.

Jubilee’s gaze drifted to Ramona’s collar again. “You collar is so pretty,” she said softly.

Ramona gave her a hug. “I hope you get what you want real soon,” Ramona whispered.

Jubilee blinked tears from her eyes again.Am I so obvious? Does everyone know how I feel? Or is it just that Ramona is so very perceptive?


* * * *


Jubilee was very surprised when she saw Larry Jones waiting in the small dungeon Carey always chose when he didn’t want to enact a scene in the main dungeon. Carey’d sent her a text message to come, but hadn’t told her anything more than that. He never did. Jubilee never minded displaying her body in public in a BDSM scene. It was actually quite weird. She’d never go topless on the beach, even though dozens of women did, yet being topless in a public BDSM scene, with Carey as her Dom, never made her feel embarrassed or self-conscious. In a BDSM scene all she did was obey her Master, doing her very best to demonstrate what a wonderful Master he was. Her body was just an extension of him. In fact, if he ordered her to walk along the beach topless, she would do so. But without him in control, she’d be much too self-conscious to remove her clothing. Strange, but that was how she saw things.

But why was Larry here? He was the business manager for Carnal Connections, and she’d always assumed he was a Dom, although he wasn’t in a relationship with anyone here as far as she knew.

“Undress and kneel, slave.”

Jubilee glanced at Carey quickly. She’d been so busy thinking about Larry that she’d scarcely noticed her Dom standing in the middle of the room. That sentence was one of Carey’s standard ways of beginning a scene. Jubilee forgot all about Larry being in the dungeon with them and hastily pulled off her jeans and sweater. She’d deliberately not worn underwear, knowing Carey wanted her tonight. All she’d been able to think about all day was pleasing him, making him proud to be her Master.

She kept her gaze lowered to the large stone blocks that covered the floor here and kneeled, hands clasped behind her back.

Carey’s hands grabbed her dark-blonde hair and pulled her head back so she was looking into his face. “Understand that what happens in the dungeon tonight will never be spoken of outside this room.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jubilee was confused. Whatever could happen here? They’d used this dungeon dozens of times before. Oh. Did he mean Larry being here? Was Larry going to Dominate her, too?




Carey had purposely chosen to wear steel-capped boots tonight, which made a loud noise as he paced around the stone floor. He wanted them both to hear him. To wonder if, when he stopped, he would touch them or the other one. He intended his footsteps to raise their anticipation to the boiling point. Consequently, he paced loudly this way and that, stopping and turning when he was behind them, knowing neither of them would dare to turn their head and look at him.

Then he stomped over to where he’d left the bag containing his toys for this session. Deliberately, he blocked their line of sight with his body until he’d taken a whip from the bag. Then he cracked it loudly before they could see it, wishing he could have watched their reactions.

He smiled. Larry’s cock was enormous, and the insides of Jubilee’s thighs glistened with her honey. Oh yes, they were aroused.

He cracked the whip again before walking around the room, ensuring the metal in his boots rang on the stone floor, turning often in unexpected directions but not coming within arm’s reach of his subs.

Then he changed up the action, standing right in front of them, his boots mere inches from their faces, only to turn away and walk behind them, cracking his whip in the air.

“You may not come until I say so,” he ordered, laying a stinging stripe hard across Larry’s shoulders and an only marginally lighter one on Jubilee. He knew how much she liked being whipped, how she loved being sent to subspace, although he was too cautious to send her there often.

Again he marched around the room, this time striking their asses several times as he passed them. He repeated his actions, whipping their shoulders then their asses. Larry’s cock was a deep red, and Jubilee was shaking. He knew it was with the effort of not coming. He’d been successful, then. They were highly aroused. It was time to move on to the main part of the program.


Jubilee rose gracefully to her feet. She was lithe and beautiful, all her movements a pleasure to watch. Larry wasn’t clumsy—he was a wolf after all—but he was still a man and less graceful than Jubilee.

“Jubilee, stand in front of Larry, face the side wall, not him, legs shoulder-width apart.”

Watching her would make the man even more desperate to climax.

Carey took his new toy out of the bag, carefully holding it behind his body so neither of the subs could see what it was.

He moved behind Jubilee and smoothed his hand over the silky skin of her ass. There was a row of red lines where he’d whipped her, and her butt was pink, but the skin wasn’t broken. His strokes had been perfect.

He moved to stand in front of her and unwrapped the toy. He cinched the metal band around her waist and unfolded the flap. It covered her mound completely. He pushed the vaginal plug into her then snapped the lock. The chastity belt was in place. There was no way she, or anyone else, could give her an orgasm until he decided to unlock it.

Carey wondered whether Larry would figure out what he’d do next. Carey collected the other toy from his bag. Once again he kept it hidden, although most of the secrecy was likely wasted.

“Jubilee, you may watch.”

Carefully, he locked the metal belt around Larry’s waist after feeding the sub’s cock into the metal tube. While both subs were watching him, he threaded the two keys onto a chain and hung it around his own neck.

“Tomorrow night, we’ll meet here again and I’ll unlock your chastity belts. I’m sure you’ll both have interesting days tomorrow. You may dress and leave.” Carey stood and watched them obey him in silence. They wouldn’t realize it just yet, but tomorrow would be as stressful for himself as for them as he wondered how they were coping with their new undergarments.

At least half the power of BDSM was in the sub’s thoughts and emotions. Wearing a chastity belt for twenty-four hours should be an intense experience, and he’d very deliberately chosen solid-metal ones so they’d never be able to forget what they were wearing, what was restricting them.





Leticia opened her door the merest crack and peeked out. No one in the hallway? Good. Even though her shoulder was strapped to her body and hurt like hell, Leticia was determined to go out into the garden and begin planning how she’d tackle turning it from a tangled wilderness into a productive vegetable garden again.

She tucked her notepad under her chin, grasped her pen between her teeth, and used her one good hand to shut the door as silently as possible.

She only got as far as the staircase down to the ground floor before William Chapman appeared around the corner, his dark eyes filled with worry.

“Where are you going? Please let me hold your good arm. I can carry the notepad and pen. What if you trip and fall?”

William, a human nurse, refused to leave her side, wanting to keep his arm around her waist every step of the way. She really liked William and Oliver, a panther like her, too, but was so very tired of being confined by the people who loved her. She knew William only wanted to care for her and she appreciated that, but she needed to have some freedom and space, too.

Leticia shook herself free from his arm and said firmly, “I’m going out to the garden now. You can follow me if you want to. I won’t fall. I didn’t dislocate my shoulder by falling.”

“I’m well aware your father did it. It’s only a few months since you were rushed to the hospital after he shot you in the leg. I hope the community here never lets him come back.”

Leticia felt confused and turned to look William in the face. “What? Why shouldn’t he come back here? It’s our home now.”

“It may be your home, but it’s never been his. He’s never joined the community, has he?”

“No, but neither have I.”

“Exactly. He never let you. Most of the panthers have joined Carnal Connections, though, haven’t they?”

“I don’t know. My father kept me in my room so much I never went to many of the meetings and I’d never been to any celebrations until I went to Serena and Verity’s twenty-first birthday party. I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess many of them have asked to be part of Carnal Connections.” Leticia sat down on the bottom step of the deck leading into the garden. With one part of her mind she was looking at how very neglected the garden was and planning how she could make it flourish again. But with the rest of her mind she was thinking about what William had said. Her father had forced her to stay in her room most of the time because he was worried about the danger of the rogue panthers.

“The rogue panthers constantly attack us. I was in great danger as an unmated full-blood. It was the only way my father could keep me safe.”

“Ding! Wrong answer. No rogue panther has ever even gotten onto the property here. I agree a person might have worried about you running near the fence line alone or walking around the front gates alone, but there’s no reason to believe there was any danger to you or anyone else in the buildings or around other people here. Think, Leticia. Use your head. What danger has there ever been inside the property here?”

She stared at him. In all their conversations he’d never been this blunt before. William had nursed her in hospital twice now, the first time after her father shot her in the leg, and the second after he dislocated her shoulder. She knew William was a deeply caring person who’d made it very clear that he loved her. She loved him, too, but she also loved the panther, Oliver, who’d loved her in silence for over a year. The other panthers had been quite circumspect about what they said to her about her father, but the humans had been more forthright. More and more she was coming to see that her father protecting her so fiercely had prevented her from knowing the true facts about their situation. She’d only known things from her father’s viewpoint, not as they may have truly been.

“I–I believed my father. He does—did—love me. He always cared for me, and after my mother was shot by a hunter when I was thirteen we were both traumatized, yet he tried to be both mother and father to me then. But more recently… None of the other women were made to stay in their rooms, were they? And no one else had their father sleeping against their bedroom door.”

“No one else’s father shot them, either,” added William acerbically.




Oliver handed her the massage oil and she rubbed it into William’s shoulders, trying to use the deep, helpful strokes the men used on her. The kind of pressure that loosened any tension knots and made her feel so good.

She was still concentrating on William when the paddle thumped on her ass again.

“You’re a bad sub who swore,” said Oliver, paddling first her right cheek then her left. They were burning now. With the previous paddling, the massage oil, and now more paddling, she could feel the heat lifting off them. But it was still good. Good enough to distract her from massaging William. Purposefully, she concentrated on pleasing him instead of the sensations throbbing deep inside her.

“Why don’t you decorate his ass?” suggested Oliver.

Leticia took the red and blue tubes of paint he was offering her and began drawing spirals on William’s pink ass. Soon she’d filled her canvas and was wondering about painting his back. But her own ass was quite hot and she’d likely been paddled enough for one night.

Just then the butt plug inside her began to vibrate, making her gasp and stop moving. Boy howdy! I wasn’t expecting that!

Oliver moved around and undid the manacles. “I think we’re ready to move on to the next part of the program.”

Oh yes, she was ready for an orgasm. The butt plug stopped vibrating right then, and for a few seconds she really missed it but then decided she’d much rather have a real cock inside her. Who would it be tonight? Oliver or William?

Oliver lay down on the big sheet of plastic now, which was smeared with blue and red body paint, and said, “Climb on me now, Leticia.”

Contentedly, she did so, sliding down on his cock, loving the way it stretched her wide apart, her inner muscles clenching tight on his cock.

“You can take out the vibrating egg and enter her now, William,” said Oliver.

“Thank you, Sir,” said William. Leticia could hear the relief in his voice. He must have been finding it hard to wait. After all, she’d spent quite a lot of time teasing and arousing him so far tonight. Well, now he’d be rewarded. They all would. Nothing was better than when they all fucked together like this. Like a triad. A unit. A family.

Leticia was determined not to explode the moment William entered her. If he was that aroused he’d come, too, and he deserved better from her than that. He’d waited patiently for this moment, so the least she could do was let him get a few decent strokes in first.

And Oliver. He truly was the most patient Dom she’d ever met. Once again he’d aroused his two subs, let them play with body paint, and heating massage oil, and a vibrating butt plug, with no touching of himself or any kind of relief at all. Here he was, still patiently waiting for her and William to get organized so he could fuck her. He had to be the most patient and thoughtful Dom ever.

William wiggled the butt plug as he removed it, causing her heated tissues to send shards of delight through her body. Then he pushed his cock at her entry and slid deep inside her, his cock far better than the butt plug, wider, thicker, warmer, and more enticing, more real. Yes, real. She liked the realism of the men over toys. Not that toys weren’t a lot of fun as well, of course. But her two men were way better than any toy could ever be.

Sometimes they thrust in and out together. Leticia liked that. It was very powerful. So powerful that often the bed rocked on its legs. But part of the intensity was because for brief seconds she was left empty before being filled. So it was an emotional ride as well as a physical one. But she also liked it when one moved in as the other moved out. To her that symbolized the two of them taking turns, being a team, sharing her. Which made that an incredibly powerful mental image, too. So whatever they did, she liked it.

Face it, Leticia. You just like being fucked by Oliver and William.

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