Fergus pulled her around to face him. “I’ve planned a full-on dungeon scene for tonight. If you’re too tired, that’s fine, you can simply go to sleep. There’s no pressure on you here. You’re free to choose whatever you want. But what I’ve designed is something that’ll take all the stress away from you, and bring you to a perfect, screaming release.”
Sierra looked into his eyes and knew that just as both men had been a wonderful support to her all night, she could trust him to guide her through a genuine BDSM scene. Suddenly she wasn’t tired at all. Her cunt clenched with need and her nipples formed themselves into tight little points. That was exactly what she needed now. Punishment, submission, pain that would bring her to enormous pleasure.
“Yes, that’s what I want. I want a dungeon scene with you and Cam.”
“I’m talking about anal sex as well. Double penetration. Both of us inside you at once.”
Sierra’s knees felt weak with desire at his words. Yes. Yes! Oh yes. I want that. “That will be a perfect climax to the evening.”
Cam snorted at her intentional double entendre.
They’d both been wonderful tonight, and now she was ready to be fucked by them.
Chapter Six
Fergus had to work hard to contain his excitement. At long last everything had come together and the time was right for the scene he’d wanted to lead them through for weeks. But he’d had to take it slow. First a genuine, romantic date, then time spent together getting to know each other as people as well as sexual partners. Next had come the time to stretch themselves, to see how she coped with their wolves. And now, finally, submission.
He’d known for weeks now that she was the woman for him and Cam to commit to. They’d talked for months about sharing a woman, but it wasn’t until they’d met Sierra that they’d found the right woman. A woman who was strong and independent. A woman with goals and plans of her own, and the courage and determination to aim high. But also a woman with a big heart and the capacity to love them both. That woman, the only woman he’d ever love, was Sierra.
Fergus didn’t know whether she’d admitted it to herself yet, but he was sure she loved them, too. As soon as she’d entrusted them with her deepest, most private dream, he’d known she was ready for them. He hadn’t been sure it would be tonight that they’d finally do his special scene though. He’d thought they might all be exhausted after the gala celebration, but actually he’d enjoyed it.
He’d loved watching her size people up and then talk just as intelligently and vivaciously to the pompous idiots as to the genuine questioners. But he’d also noticed that she only smiled with her eyes and her entire face for people with character and manners. He liked that about her. He also understood, now, how big a step it’d been for her to invite both him and Cam to the event. She’d told them her desire to become a partner and she’d told them how much harder it was for a woman than a man. But until he’d seen her competition in action tonight, he hadn’t fully understood that the same men who’d nod and smile at a man bringing his mistress to the gala instead of his wife would do their utmost to blackball a woman in a ménage relationship. Sierra had trusted him and Cam to behave as elegant partners, not as lustful dates. She’d trusted them with her dream, her future.
He’d brought everything he’d need for the BDSM scene in his overnight bag with his clean underwear. Now, he was glad he’d been so well organized. He’d wondered if he was wasting his time as he’d prepared everything, but had figured that was a small price to pay if things had worked out right. And they had. But it was up to him now to make sure this scene was a true introduction to both his subs of the delights and challenges of BDSM that only he could give them.
The bed in their suite was pushed against the wall with no headboard as such, which was annoying, but he could still handcuff his subs, so he could get around that problem.
He pulled the cover down, and, remembering how Sierra had neatly folded the quilt last time they’d shared a bedroom, he folded it and placed it on a chair. Then he pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed and removed the pillows, dropping them on the chair with the quilt.
“Are you ready to begin?” he asked Cam and Sierra, watching Sierra closely.
She stood in the doorway, just in front of Cam, and seemed perfectly relaxed and ready to play. She looked delicious, the evening’s makeup still on her face. She always looked beautiful, but the makeup artist had enhanced her beauty, using colors he’d never have thought of to make her amber eyes seem bigger and brighter than ever, and to highlight her cheekbones and color her lips until he’d wanted to kiss them all evening.