The Triplets Mate Zoe (8 page)

She knew what would happen next. The men would make her wait until one—or more—of them began to punish her. The question was, how long would they make her wait? She didn’t think it would be too long. For a start, they didn’t have unlimited time. The wedding party might last an hour, but probably not much longer than that. And they’d have to be showered and dressed and upstairs before her family began looking for her. It was very unlikely that the men would want everyone to guess what they’d been doing, and Zoe sure as hell didn’t need an interrogation upon her return.

So that meant they’d want her to wait long enough to wish the action would begin, but not so long she’d be nervous about running out of time. Five minutes, no more, she guessed.

The problem was she couldn’t concentrate on measuring the passage of the minutes. She was on edge, listening hard for any hint of the men getting undressed or moving closer to her. Any clue of who was standing where or which one would go first. Would they take turns or mix and match their strokes?

The first stroke of the riding crop stung like a bitch and came out of nowhere, adding shock to the pain on her ass.
Fucking hell, it hurts!
Zoe frantically blinked her eyes, not wanting to cry and damage her makeup. And then she remembered she’d have to shower anyway so was going to have to allow an extra ten minutes to redo her makeup as much as possible. Fortunately, it hadn’t been done by a professional makeup artist. She and her sisters had done their own, using colors that enhanced their skin tones and blended with their eye color, hair color, and dresses but with each other as well. So the creams and brushes she needed were in her purse for if she’d wanted to touch up her makeup between Maia’s human wedding and the panther one.

Just as well. It’ll take more than a touch up if I start to cry from the pain!

The next few strokes of the riding crop still stung like hell, but she was adjusted to it now, and they didn’t have the intense effect of the first one. And then she sensed movement behind her, but before she could sneak a peek, the paddle landed flat and hard across her ass and then on her right thigh and her left. She took in a deep breath as she let the heat and pain run through her body and realized the men were testing her. The person paddling her was not Diego. Likely when they’d handcuffed her hands and feet, they’d swapped toys. She stopped to think. Who was it? Vallen. That firm stroke gave him away. So if Vallen had the paddle, who’d had the riding crop, Monty or Diego?

It was annoying that she hadn’t thought about it while he was actually whipping her, as it would have been much easier then to get a sense of who was performing the actions. Thinking back, she only had her memories, and she’d been shocked by the very first stroke and not paying complete attention. But she thought maybe it was Monty. So Diego would be next with the cane.

But he wasn’t. It was the riding crop again. Wielded just as firmly as before, but by Diego. He might mimic Monty’s style, but he wasn’t Monty or Vallen. Next Monty paddled her again, and by now her ass was feeling very hot and tender.

But the books she’d read were correct. The heat from her sore ass flooded her body, sending all sorts of erotic thoughts racing through her mind and erotic desires running through her bloodstream. Her pussy was wet with the need to be filled, and that was a new experience for her. She couldn’t ever recall wanting sex so much. Occasionally, when reading a book or thinking about a movie star, she’d wished the hero was there to kiss her and hold her, but she’d never had a reaction like this before. She genuinely wanted them to fuck her. In fact, if they didn’t, she was going to be a very disappointed woman indeed.

Monty ran a gentle hand over the scorching hot skin of her ass. “Are you ready to experience a man in here as well? That virgin ass is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?”

Zoe gasped. “Yes,” she whispered without stopping to think.

Instantly, he was crouched behind her, filling her butt crack with cool gel and massaging it around the entry to her back door.

Now? He’s going to do it now? There isn’t going to be time.
Yet surely the men would be well aware of the time passing. Maybe they had more time left than she thought.

Soon Zoe couldn’t think at all. Her body was automatically pushing back onto Monty’s fingers as they teased their way around her rosette and massaged the muscle ring of the entry. When he pushed a finger inside her ass it was cool and slippery against her hot skin and incredibly arousing. She’d assumed she was already about as aroused as she could be, but her nipples hardened, and more cream dripped from her pussy as Monty rubbed the cool gel into the walls of her dark channel.

And then Vallen was kneeling in front of her.

He held up two bright pink balls connected to a pink cord. “Do you know what these are?”

“Kegel balls.”

“That’s one name for them, yes. Once they’re inside you, it’ll remind you that later tonight we’ll be together again. While you’re walking around and talking to people, your body will be preparing itself for us, for our cocks. But only you and we will know that. No one else. It’ll be our secret. And you won’t be wearing panties, either. That will be another secret only the four of us know.”

“No underwear? But—” Zoe had visions of the wind blowing her dress up and the entire world seeing her hot, red, naked ass, with a bright pink string hanging out her pussy entry. She could feel her entire body turning the color of the Kegel balls.

“No one will ever know, except us. But we will know,” said Vallen, rubbing his hand over her breasts, pinching and stretching her nipples.

Once again Zoe gasped, and more cream dripped from her pussy.

Now Diego was holding up a string of beads. “These are not Kegel balls. What are they, Zoe?”

“Beads.” Hell. The men were searing her mind with images of these toys inside her. Since the balls were going in her pussy, it was evident Monty was going to put the beads in her ass. He’d said he planned to get her ready for his cock. Well, one of their cocks. But to walk around with balls in her cunt and beads in her ass was going to drive her insane with lust.

“How long? How long will I be wearing them for? Because I don’t think it’d be good to have them inside for too long.”

“Oh, it won’t be too long, my precious. It’ll be just long enough to ensure you’re hot and ready for our cocks. An hour or so should do it.”

As Diego was speaking, he handed the beads to Monty, who pushed the first one inside her ass. She gasped and clenched her muscles, but Monty petted and soothed her ass, and she relaxed again as he gradually pushed the string inside her. It felt strange. Weird. And incredibly carnal.

Then Vallen inserted the Kegel balls into her pussy, and Zoe had to grind her teeth together so she didn’t shout out aloud. Carnal didn’t come close to her feelings now. Her body was alight with fiery need to be touched more purposefully by her men. She wanted them, needed them, right now, and it wasn’t going to happen. She had to go back to the party and be polite, when all she’d be able to think about was her first anal sex and, very likely, her second vaginal sex. Since there were three of them, likely both Diego and Vallen would fuck her pussy as well as Monty fucking her ass. Did that mean three orgasms?
Hell, I’m ready for that right now.

* * * *

Vallen watched Zoe disappear into the small room reserved for the wedding party. He wondered if she was going to look at her pretty pink ass in the floor-length mirror there. His dick stretched and thickened at the image of her ass. It was rounded and sweet and, right now, was decorated with the raised shapes of hearts from the paddle. He’d really enjoyed marking her ass so the hearts formed a nice overlapping pattern.

The lines from the riding crop formed the grid-work basis on which the hearts were placed. He’d been very tempted to take a picture of it but didn’t want to do that without her consent. Unfortunately, the middle of a BDSM scene was not the time to be breaking the tension to gain consent. But next time he definitely would do that first.

He fingered her panties, tucked deep in the pocket of his suit pants, and thought of the Ben Wa balls in her cunt and the anal beads in her ass. A little later, he and his brothers would teach her how very erotic it could be moving around with the toys inside her. And then they’d fuck her, all three of them together.

But, first, all of them needed to be seen at the party and make it look as though they’d been there all along or, at least, most of the time. Diego had hurried ahead of them, running up the stairs. He’d have been inside the room for a few minutes already. Vallen and Monty walked in, and Vallen immediately scanned the room for Diego. He was standing beside the table piled high with finger food, so Vallen remained near the door and joined in the conversation there while Montague wandered over to the bar and collected a drink.

After about ten minutes, when Vallen was sure Zoe was deep in conversation with a group of women, he gradually circumnavigated the room, still talking to people until he arrived at John-Paul Crawford.

“After the party is finished, I’d like to take Zoe up to the roof and show her the roof garden. My brothers and I will return her home in a little while.” He didn’t want to set a time limit on his visit. He wanted as much time as possible to spend with Zoe.

John-Paul gave him a piercing look. “Our girls have always had to be home by midnight.”

Vallen didn’t flinch outwardly. He was a Dom after all. But fuck! That was going to mean a lot of rearranging of his plans. “Yes, sir.”

John-Paul smiled, and Vallen had the uneasy feeling that his future father-in-law had read his mind. “However, that didn’t seem to change the result with Maia. Try to remember that tomorrow is a busy day though, please.”

This time Vallen smiled much more easily. “Yes, sir.” They’d give her so many orgasms she’d sleep very soundly indeed.

He made small talk for a few more minutes. The reverend was an extremely intelligent man, and conversation with him was always excellent mental exercise. To Vallen, John-Paul’s only problem was that he trusted everyone, believing them innately good. Vallen’s work for the panther pack had taught him that some people really weren’t nice at all.

“I heard the other day that Lewis Lutterworth is no longer working for the company he was with a little while ago. Back when he decided my schoolboy stamp album was of no interest to his clients. I’m so grateful to Leah and her men for finding someone else to purchase it for me. Have you heard anything about Lewis? It worries me to think his kindness to me might have caused him difficulties with his employer.”

Vallen wanted to tell John-Paul that Lutterworth was a snake who needed to have his head cut off, but, instead, he said, “I could probably find out about him if you like. I could ask some people.”

“Only if that won’t cause the man more grief.”

“I’ll be circumspect.”

“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”

Fortunately, before Vallen found himself prevaricating, Naomi Crawford brought some other people up to introduce to John-Paul, and Vallen slipped away into the crowd. This time he made his way across to the food table. He was starting to feel hungry, and he planned on burning off a lot of calories soon. He filled a plate and then walked through the room, talking to people he met, and then returned and filled his plate a second time. Twice he noticed both his brothers were eating, and he hoped Zoe had gotten some food as well. He was always aware of where she was in the room. It was as if a magnet inside him directed him to look her way every few minutes to check that she was all right.

When people started to leave, Diego and Monty came across to him, and without speaking, they went to Zoe. She was sitting on a couch talking to Leah and several other women, but it was clear the other women were busy saying good-bye.

Vallen held back until the ladies left, and then said to Zoe, “Would you like to come upstairs and see the roof garden?”

Leah grinned and said, “Have fuuun.”

Zoe giggled and then said, “I would. Thank you. But first I’d better tell Mom where I’ll be.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell her,” said Leah, walking away.

“I already checked that it was okay with your dad for us to show it to you,” said Vallen.

Zoe gave him a searching look and nodded as Diego held the door open for them and then hurried ahead to press the button for the elevator.

Several other people also got on it, and one of the older women patted Zoe’s hand. “They’re good boys. They’ll look after you very well.”

Zoe said, “Thank you,” and Vallen was impressed that she hadn’t been shocked or had giggled. But then he remembered that growing up as a pastor’s child she was probably used to people saying inappropriate things to her.

The entire roof was covered with a maze of trees and bushes lining a running track designed to provide a place for the panthers to exercise. There was an eight-foot-high wall around the roof, which gave the panthers all the privacy they needed to run. The warehouse was not overlooked by any nearby buildings and sat in an area where there wasn’t a lot of evening activity, which meant extra privacy for them all. Vallen supposed NASA or someone might take pictures from the sky, but the people in high-up positions already knew about shape-shifters, so if anyone commented on panthers running on the roof, that discussion would be instantly shut down under Homeland Security legislation.

He glanced at Zoe, and she was looking around, smiling. “It’s beautiful. It’s a wonderful idea to have a garden here.”

“It’s also a lot more private up here than if we’d built it down on ground level. It’s much safer for us if anyone driving by just sees a boring parking lot and an equally boring concrete building,” said Diego.

Monty took Zoe’s hand and ordered, “Run with us.” Vallen watched as Monty set a reasonably fast pace down the straight path and into the garden. The first section was quite straight, and then the pathway wandered all around the roof, twisting and turning back on itself, but with other long straight stretches to make the most of the roof space so the panthers could exercise.