The Triplets Mate Zoe (11 page)

“We know she’s not going to agree. I think we need to man up and anticipate wearing latex for a long time yet,” said Monty.

Vallen was certain Monty was right. He wasn’t thrilled about that, but she had to be content with the program. And if that meant condoms, he’d wear them, even though he hated not being naked inside her.

“About the meal. I think we know her well enough to choose her food and drink. We can use it as a little BDSM exercise by not letting her speak and by maybe pushing her boundaries a little. What do you think?” asked Vallen.

“I like that idea.” Diego grinned, and Vallen knew he’d already be planning Zoe’s meal choices. He looked at Monty, who nodded.

“Right. Let’s plan everything out properly.” Vallen leaned forward and began listing ideas. Already he was excited at the thought of what tomorrow night might hold for them all.

* * * *

Monty had raced into the shower the moment they’d gotten home from helping at the shelter. Zoe had agreed to their dinner plans, not that they’d mentioned anything about dungeons or sex, and they were picking her up in two hours, so he had a lot to do before then. Besides, they had to take turns and he might as well go first.

He was ready and waiting by their car when his brothers appeared. He’d known they’d be on time. They were as eager for the evening with Zoe as he was. That was the amazing thing about being triplets. They often felt the same emotions and were driven by the same desires. And they all wanted Zoe. He had a moment’s fear that she mightn’t like what they’d planned for her tonight, and then he shrugged it off. If it appeared she wasn’t happy, they’d change the program then and there. Her happiness was far more important than their plans.

At the parsonage, Vallen told John-Paul that Lutterworth had a new job but avoided questions about what it was, and Monty escorted Zoe to the car. As soon as they were on their way, Monty said to her, “Are you ready to play a BDSM game?”

“I’m not going to expose my body in public,” she said firmly.

“That isn’t the game. You will do as we tell you over dinner, though.”

She gave him a serious look and then stared at Vallen, who was driving. “I understand that you’re going to test my trust. I do trust you all to choose well. But you also need to understand I’ll use my safe word and stop play if I think obeying you will being dishonor on my parents and the work they do.”

That seemed fair to Monty, although she should have known they wouldn’t ask that of her. Panthers were pantheistic and didn’t follow her religion, but they didn’t disrespect other peoples’ religions either and would never bring harm to her family.

Diego was driving and remained silent, but Vallen said firmly, “You need to trust us more than you do now. We agree your father’s work among the homeless and your mother’s work at the women’s shelter is valuable to our town, and we would never endanger their jobs. You need to know we wouldn’t hurt them. For that you’ve earned yourself a spanking in the dungeon tonight.”

Zoe nodded and looked down. Monty watched her face and body language but knew she accepted what Vallen said and was pleased he thought well of her family’s work. Monty was also certain she wasn’t concerned at the thought of a spanking. It was kind of a win-win situation. They all knew now where they stood, and Zoe was happy to be spanked.

He couldn’t wait to see how she’d react to their meal together and to the stage show.

Diego parked the car in the basement parking lot at the BDSM club. Vallen turned Zoe’s head to him and said sternly, “The scene begins now. You may only answer a direct question from one of us. You will not speak to anyone else, at all. Apart from
yes
or
no
to one of the three of us, the only word you may use is your safe word. If you use it, we’ll take you straight home. Do you understand and agree?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Diego led them to a table beside the dance floor, against the wall of the room and underneath the overhanging balcony of the mezzanine floor. Although the position felt very exposed, right where everyone was dancing, in fact someone sitting there was almost invisible. The overhang hid them from above and darkened the area enough so that people and their actions were difficult to distinguish. And the dancers weren’t looking at the people at tables. If they weren’t completely focused on their partner, they were looking at the other dancers.

Monty thought it was absolutely the best place for their plans. Zoe would feel incredibly visible and vulnerable. Yet actually almost no one would see her at all.

Diego caught the attention of the server, who hurried over. “Iced water for four please.”

“Yes, sir.”

When she returned with the water, Vallen ordered the meals for all four of them. Zoe wouldn’t know, but they’d scrutinized the menu online, chosen their own meals, and worked together to choose a meal they were certain she’d like. It was all items they’d seen her eat happily in the past. They might not be her favorites, but nothing should be unpalatable to her tastes.

Once the live band began to play, Monty stood and took Zoe’s hand. “Dance with me.”

Since they intended to watch the early show, the BDSM club wasn’t as full as it would be later in the night, but there were still plenty of people on the dance floor. Monty pulled her body against his firmly, letting his thick, aching dick press against her sweet, soft belly. But he kept his hand appropriately placed on her back, not on her ass, where he wanted to put it. He moved them slowly around the dance floor, letting his thigh rub against her pussy occasionally, but not obviously. He also made sure his chest brushed against her breasts as he turned her. Again, it was only a slight movement, hidden in the turn around the corner of the dance floor, and he was positive no one would notice or think anything about it. His aim was to arouse her as high as he could, yet not do anything to call attention to them.

As the music finished and people clapped politely, he turned her to face their table. “Watch what Diego and Vallen are doing,” he said.

Then he led her back to the table. Diego jumped up and put her in the seat against the wall, where he’d been sitting, and sat beside her. Monty took the chair beside Vallen.

Almost as soon as they sat down their food arrived. Diego took both Zoe’s hands in his, forcing her to turn slightly to face him. Diego gripped them both with his left hand and picked up his fork in his right hand to eat. Monty began eating his own meal, and Vallen took a forkful of Zoe’s meal and fed it to her.

Monty watched her eyes widen and then flick around the room. No one was looking at them. A lot of other meals had been served, and many people were eating. Others were drinking. Those who had a lot of alcohol wouldn’t be allowed in the dungeons, but many came here to eat, drink, and watch the show, not to participate themselves.

Vallen served Zoe several more bites of food and then ate some of his own meal. Now Diego stopped eating and fed Zoe a forkful of food and then another forkful. After a little while Diego stopped feeding her, and Monty took a straw from his pocket, inserted it into Zoe’s water glass, and gave her a drink. She smiled at him but didn’t speak. He knew she was relaxed and enjoying herself now though.

He was very relieved. He’d been a little worried that maybe they’d have chosen the wrong food or that she’d be too nervous about them feeding her to enjoy herself. But their beautiful woman had adjusted perfectly and was quite clearly happy.

Soon it’d be time for the floorshow. He hoped she’d understood what he wanted her to learn when he’d told her to look at his brothers. Sitting against the wall, anything they did was difficult to distinguish. Once the lights were dimmed for the floorshow, it’d be impossible to see anything of her at all. And he and his brothers were relying on that for their next surprise for Zoe.

Diego had been incredibly relieved when Zoe had come downstairs at the parsonage wearing a skirt. He’d been really worried she’d wear dress pants and his task would be impossible. Although he still planned to tease her, he really wanted to carry out the original plan. A skirt or dress was essential to that plan, and fortunately, she’d worn the skirt.

As soon as the lights dimmed for the stage show, he lifted her up, sat on her chair, and put her on his knee. “You’ll have a better view up a little higher,” he said as Monty moved around their table and sat on Diego’s chair. A lot of people were moving their chairs to get a better view of the stage, so what they did would pass completely unnoticed. Especially since the lights had already been dimmed and their position under the overhang was quite dark.

Monty gave the table a gentle push, so it was pressed up against Zoe’s body and Diego wrapped his arms around her, resting his elbows on the table. He hooked his legs around hers, widening them as far as her skirt would let them go.

Vallen and Monty were pressed hard against his sides, and they each turned inward to face Zoe and began rolling her skirt up her legs. There was a lot of fabric, as it was quite a full skirt, which was awesome because it meant the skirt draped the front of her legs even as the men exposed the sides. Not that anyone would be able to see them. All eyes were on the stage, but even if anyone had wanted to look, they’d have to get down on their hands and knees to see under the table. Plus, it was so dark that Vallen’s and Monty’s legs blocked much of Zoe’s. Even someone sitting on the floor likely would see nothing.

But that shouldn’t dilute the power of the naughtiness of what the men planned to do.

Diego pressed his arms against her chest and could feel her heart pounding faster. Oh yes. She was fully alert to the excitement of this game.

Diego could feel Monty’s and Vallen’s arms moving under the layer of skirt fabric and then the steady downward tug. He lifted Zoe up slightly, just enough for his brothers to pull her panties down over her ass. Then he set her down again and crossed his arms over her chest, cupping his hands on her breasts and teasing the globes and her nipples.

Zoe hissed out a breath, but Diego didn’t know whether it was because her panties were being pulled down her legs or because he’d pinched her nipples. He kept his legs wrapped around her ankles but pushed her legs closer together now to speed the departure of her panties. He longed to know what color they were and whether they were damp with her honey, but that discovery would have to wait a while. Instead, he massaged her breasts again and flicked his fingers over her nipples, which were hard little points against the fabric of her black shirt.

Vallen bent down slightly, and Diego knew Zoe’s ass was now naked. In moments, those panties would be in Vallen’s pocket and Monty’s fingers would be in her cunt. He pinched and teased her nipples and then nibbled on her ear and puffed warm air at it.

Zoe kept her face forward, and Diego realized he had absolutely no idea what was happening on the stage. Everything that concerned him was sitting on his lap, right here in his arms. He licked the tender place behind Zoe’s ear and bit the shell of her ear again at the same time as he pinched her nipples. Her body pressed back against him, and she wiggled her ass across his cock.

Hell. They hadn’t told her she couldn’t pull any tricks like that. His dick was already aching to be inside her. It was his turn for her ass, and his dick knew it and wanted it. But damn, she was smart to get her revenge so subtly. Then she hissed again and wiggled, and he knew Monty was aiming for her G-spot and to give her an orgasm during the show. They hadn’t been sure whether it would be possible to bring her off by touch, but the atmosphere was filled with erotic excitement, and even though he hadn’t been watching the show, he expected it was arousing. The stage shows here always were.

Diego sucked her earlobe and looked at the stage. The Dom’s body was oiled and gleaming in the bright lights as his whip lashed across the ass of his sub, who had pasties on her breasts and a G-string over her cunt, leaving almost every inch of her body on display.

The Dom had made good use of his canvas. The whip marks were like plaid fabric on her ass, her thighs, and her upper shoulders. But she was wiggling and thrusting her ass out to her Dom, clearly wanting more. Diego wasn’t interested. He wanted Zoe, and having her in his arms like this was damn good. Having her underneath him and his cock deep inside her would be even better.

Zoe groaned and shook in his arms. Excellent. Monty had brought her off successfully. Just then the crowd clapped and cheered, and the lights came up.

Vallen stood. “Come, Zoe. Now it’s your turn.”

Diego helped her to her feet as Monty pulled the table away from her body a little. Vallen took her hand and pulled her against his body, resting an arm around her waist and his hand low on her hip. Monty went ahead to press the button for the elevator, and Diego straightened the table and chairs behind them, leaving a tip for the server.

He caught up to them just as the elevator dinged, and they rode down to the basement. Once again, Monty went ahead, punching the code they’d been given into their allocated dungeon. Each one had a bedroom and bathroom attached. Everything they needed for an evening’s play was here in the one place.

* * * *

Zoe’s legs were still a little wobbly from her orgasm as she stepped into the dungeon. The evening had been one surprise after the other. She hadn’t expected to be forbidden from choosing her meal or feeding herself, but the men had aroused her lust in the way they’d taken charge and looked after her. She knew it was meant to give her a picture of the Dom caring for his sub, and she’d gotten the message loud and clear. Even the meal they’d chosen for her consisted of all items she liked. They’d certainly been paying attention to her. She wasn’t at all sure she could choose meals for them so successfully.

And then for them to remove her panties while they were sitting at the table? That had shocked her to the core. They’d done it very unobtrusively. She had to acknowledge that, but if this habit of theirs of removing her underwear continued, she was going to run out of pretty panties. She didn’t have very many pairs, and they still had the lilac ones that matched her bridesmaid’s dress, as well as today’s black lace ones.