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

any movement or sound when Lachlan told Phoenix to wait. This time was to force her to anticipate what might happen next. Lachlan needed the sub’s imagination to be working super fast, so that by the time Callum or Lachlan did something her nerves would be stretched tight and she’d get the maximum benefit out of each step in the program.
    Callum was good at standing still. He could do that no worries. He had his bodyweight comfortably balanced, whereas Phoenix wouldn’t be used to kneeling on a cold stone floor, especially not with her forehead resting on the stone as well. Soon her thigh muscles and neck muscles would start to pull and she’d want to wiggle. He couldn’t wait to see how she dealt with the urge to move. Would she twitch and fidget or remain still?
    Callum kept his gaze on Phoenix, sliding it over the neat little parcel she made on the floor, her dark hair falling across her shoulders and the line of her spine a delicate arch under her skin.
    She lasted longer than he’d expected, and even then she only moved her knees microscopically. But Lachlan pounced on the action. “You moved. You deserve to be punished for that. Get up and bend over the spanking bench so Callum can tie you to it.”
    Callum thought it was interesting that Lachlan had used his name. It might have been to remind Callum that this was his task, but Callum thought it was more likely that because Phoenix was important to them both, he wanted there to be full disclosure at all times. No hiding their identities.
    He followed Phoenix across to the spanking bench and waited while she worked out how she should rest over it and where her hands and feet belonged. It took her several tries to line her feet up correctly, but she thought quite quickly overall. He buckled her ankles and wrists into the restraints, wishing he could smooth his hands over her skin. She smelled nice, like flowers, but he ached to pet her properly and lick along her flesh. Her spine had been so attractive as she’d kneeled on the floor. He could picture himself swiping his tongue the length of it, up and then down again.
    “In the dungeon I am your Master. You do what I say, nothing more, nothing less.” Lachlan flicked a whip across her shoulders and then over her ass. Callum knew Lachlan was moderating his strength. That seemed wise to Callum. They didn’t know how much Phoenix could take and how much she would need to bring her to orgasm. It was just as much a failure to send her into release too fast as to do it too slowly.
    Her skin colored slightly but her body language showed only appreciation. Callum stepped back silently on his bare feet as Lachlan measured his strokes and placed them exactly where he wanted them. Lachlan had a great skill as a Dom. Not just the technical ability to punish a submissive accurately, but also almost a mental link with his subs. He knew what he should do and exactly when the timing would be perfect. Callum really hoped this skill would hold true with Phoenix. Her body certainly called to him on so many different levels and what he’d seen of her personality enchanted him as well.
    Soon he could smell her honey and knew she’d be getting closer to release. He walked silently across to the counter and opened the top right-hand drawer, where Lachlan had placed the toys he thought he might use tonight on Phoenix. Callum took out a vibrator, a butt plug, lube, and a set of nipple clamps, sliding the vibrator, lube, and butt plug into the back pockets of his jeans, and hiding the nipple clips in his closed fist.
    Lachlan hung the whip back on the wall and unshackled Phoenix. “Look at me sub.”
    She looked up and her cheeks were flushed with lust, her eyes sparkling with amusement or maybe naughtiness. Callum didn’t know her well enough to guess as yet.
    “What color are you, sub?”
    “Oh green. Very definitely green. I’m green the way that grass is green. And unlike what Kermit the frog might say, it is very, very good