Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) Read Online Free

wouldn’t have heard it, not having extra sharp werewolf senses.
    Damn, the little witch. She was going to drive him insane. And he simply couldn’t gag her this first time in the dungeon. She had to be free to use her safe word until she got to know him and Callum better.
    “When you read the Code of Conduct, did you choose a safe word?”
    “Not exactly, Sir. I prefer to try the traffic light system.”
    “Very well. If you call red the game will stop completely and it will not resume. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “If you call orange, I might ask you to explain what is concerning you, or what you are not enjoying. Apart from answering a direct question from me, the only other words you are permitted to use are orange and red . Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Very well. Take off all your clothes and wait for me in the center of the dungeon. You will kneel on the floor, your hands by your sides and your forehead resting on the floor. Do you understand?”
    He watched to see if she didn’t like his instructions. Most Doms expected their subs to look down but many permitted the subs to stand. He was deliberately testing her boundaries at the moment. Although, since she was so talkative he suspected having to remain silent would be far more difficult for her than kneeling on the floor.
    However she replied, “Yes, Sir,” with no hesitation and turned to look for where she should get undressed. When she didn’t see a coat hook or a chair, she did what most subs did by moving across to the wall and leaving her clothing there. He was saddened when she removed those wonderful shoes, but it was necessary for the scene to go ahead. The shoes would be useful again later.
    She rolled her clothes into a bundle and did as he’d asked. Now would come the next test. How long would she wait before she spoke to him or began fidgeting? A good sub could last half an hour, but this was her first time. He suspected ten minutes might be around her limit. He was about to find out.
     
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    Callum was not a Dom but he and Lachlan had been born into the same pack and were only two years different in age, so they’d tended to do a lot of things together all their lives. Although they’d fought from time to time as boys and young men, he couldn’t remember them ever not being best friends. And from the time the Supreme Alpha of North America had approved ménage matings, they’d known they would share a woman. Women were so scarce that sharing was the only logical way they could hope for a mate. And with two of them to romance and please a woman, Callum was certain they were twice as likely to succeed.
    When Phoenix had stepped into the dungeon, her eyes squeezed shut, he’d known at once that Lachlan was right. She was perfect for them. Of course, he had the advantage of Lachlan having told him all about her. Apart from that, one look at her long dark hair, luscious body, and smart replies had him ready to worship at her feet. Especially since those feet were adorned by the most amazing shoes he’d ever seen. He had no idea how she’d managed to walk down the stairs in them, but she had, which proved she was as smart as her lighthearted replies had indicated. He already knew she was vivacious and intelligent from the way she spoke. Those two things were as important to him as her magnificent hair and luscious curves.
    He had assisted Lachlan in dungeon scenes from time to time when a sub wanted certain things, such as two men. But it was infrequently, so he’d been rather nervous waiting here. Now he’d seen Phoenix, he was even more nervous, worried that he’d spoil the scene by doing something wrong, and that Phoenix wouldn’t be satisfied as fully as she ought to be. Such a beautiful woman deserved the very best efforts he could produce. Lachlan had explained to him what would happen, and he simply had to follow the instructions, assuming he could remember them all.
    The first one was not to make