Title: Tied and True
Genres: Paranormal. BDSM, Erotic Romance
Themes: Shapershifters, Menage, BBW
Author: Anne Kane
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
Two is company, but three is downright cozy.
Last Chance – it sounded like exactly what Tori needed so she jumped on a boat and sailed off to Alaska to start a new life. What she found there was more than she’d ever imagined; not one man but two who could make her beg for mercy one minute and scream for more with the next breath. It looks like her chance is going to pay off, until her sadistic ex shows up and demands she return to Seattle with him. Tori is ready to run away, but Bill and Jake aren’t about to give her up without a fight!
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Bill favored her with a dark grin. If her hands weren’t tied to the timbers above her head, she’d slap it right off his handsome face. She didn’t object to a little sex play, but she liked to be asked nice.
Bill hadn’t said pretty please.
“Looks like a good night’s fucking.” Jake walked around her slowly, his eyes gleaming. “She looks quite tasty spread out like this.”
“Hmmm. She does, doesn’t she. You want the front or the back?” Bill reached out to tweak one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Tori jerked backward, at least as far as the restraints would let her. “I think it might be a good idea for you two to untie me before I get really pissed off.”
Predictably, the two men ignored her outburst. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit she liked their arrogance.
“Well.” Jake ran his hand down the curve of her back. “I’ve always been fond of a night tight ass.” He slid his finger down the crack between her buttocks, pausing when he encountered her tightly puckered anus.
Tori suppressed a shiver. When she’d agreed to come for dinner at Bill’s she hadn’t realized she’d be on the desert menu. Both of these guys were well hung, and under normal circumstances, she’d be happy to play with either of them. She was a big woman, and she liked her sex hard and fast. Damned if she’d admit it, but both at once might be a little more than she could handle.
Bill appeared at her left, a tube of lubricant in his hand. He paused, mischief dancing in his sexy dark eyes. “I guess you’ll be needing this then. She looks a little tight.” Tossing the tube to his buddy, he leaned in to kiss her square on the lips. “ So, Tori. You ready for this?”
She could feel her fox growling softly deep inside, and it was all she could do not to give voice to the sound. She tossed her head, letting her silky mane of hair slide down her naked back. Some insane bubble of bravado had her looking down her nose at her tightly muscled neighbor. “I can take anything you two Townies can dish out.”
Townies. An insult they could hardly ignore, along with a challenge that she wasn’t sure she could live up to. Townies referred to the full humans that inhabited the nearby city of Last Chance. Bill and Jake ran a guiding service, taking the humans tourists on hunting trips with a twist, not with guns but with cameras to see and photograph the wild animals.
When she’d first moved here from Washington State, they’d tricked her into staying in fox form for an entire afternoon while their clients oohhed and awed over what they’d thought was an unusually large silver fox. The sound of their laughter had echoed in her ears, and she’d realized they knew exactly what they’d done. It hadn’t taken her long to get tired of pacing back and forth across the frozen tundra, but with no cover for miles she didn’t have a lot of choice. When she’d finally managed to escape and shift to human, she’d tracked them down to their lair and told them exactly what she thought of their practical joke.
They’d been suitably apologetic, but she could see the unrepentant mirth dancing in their eyes, especially Bill’s. There was something different about Bill, something that made her pulse quicken.
“She called us Townies.” Bill turned to Jake. “Are we going to let her get away with that?”
Tori shivered as Jake’s hand slid down her back. Maybe she should try to be just a bit more submissive.
“Nice Townies?” It sounded weak, even to her. Jake’s finger probed at the tight sphincter muscles of her ass and she gasped.
“I don’t see why not. We just need to show her exactly how nice we are…not.” He leaned into her back, nipping her earlobe with sharp teeth and she could feel the thick outline of his cock against her spine. Long and thick. A vision of that cock forcing its way into her ass sent a ripple of forbidden anticipation pulsing through her.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Bill stepped back and picked up an object from one of the side tables. When he turned to face her, she could see clearly what he held in his hand.
A ball gag. This certainly wasn’t the first time these two had done this, they had more than just the basic paraphernalia. Now why did that send a flare of jealousy through her? She wondered if they had a regular submissive.
“Open wide.” The grin on Bill’s face was decidedly mischievous.
Tori opened her mouth just like a good little sub would. She didn’t consider herself part of the BDSM scene, but she’d dabbled in it from time to time and enjoyed the feeling that came from submitting to a good master. She tipped her head forward to allow Jake to pull her long hair out of the way while Bill fastened the gag in place.
“Perfect.” Bill took a step back, his gaze sweeping over her. “We couldn’t believe our luck when we saw you move in. Usually we have to go to Anchorage to indulge in our fantasies.” He ran his hands down her, pausing to cup her ample breasts. Heat flared in his eyes as the nipples puckered under his rough skin.
Tori sucked in a deep breath through her nose as fiery darts of erotic heat danced down her spine. So they didn’t have a local girl to play with.
The skin of his hands was rough, toughened by the relentless cold of the Arctic. Trails of liquid fire followed the path they blazed across the back of her neck, and she let out an involuntary whimper when their warmth was withdrawn.
Jake stepped into her line of sight, raising his hand to show her a small stuffed fox. He looked serious, and Bill stepped back to let him in. “Your safety. Can’t very well give you a safe word with that gag in your mouth. If you are uncomfortable, or need us to stop just drop the fox. We’re not going to do anything you’re not okay with.” He leaned in toward her ear and his warm breath feathered across her cheek. “I personally plan to make sure you’re having much too much fun to let the little fellow out of your hand.”