The Dom Unites Wolf and Panther [Unchained Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

Her entire body was chilled from her forehead right down to her toes.
    The sound of Curtis cracking his whip sent shivers through her body, but these were shivers of anticipation as much as of cold. Was it a whip that Curtis was holding? Or a cane, or something else? Autumn didn’t think it was a flogger, because with all the tails she didn’t think it would make a cracking sound, but she didn’t really know. She would only find out when it landed on her skin. The anticipation was all part of the arousal process, she understood that. Just like lying here so still on the freezing-cold floor. She was supposed to notice how rough it was and how uneven, and how her body gradually adjusted to the temperature.
    She knew Curtis wouldn’t leave her here to catch a chill. It was all about contrasts and expectations and understanding more about herself and her body. She’d heard people talking about that sort of thing, but now she had a Dom of her own everything was so much clearer and she was coming to realize just how freeing it was to have someone who understood all her fears and feelings. A Dom who planned everything to bring her to full comprehension of her own needs and to fulfill them so perfectly. A Dom she trusted one hundred percent.
    “I am in charge. I have control of your lives this evening. I am the one who will make all the decisions. I am your Master and you are my submissives. Is this not so?”
    “Yes, Master,” said Autumn, looking forward to what would happen next.
    “Yes, Sir,” said Nicholas. Nicholas almost never said “Master.” He usually used the term “Sir.” I wonder why? I consider the two words interchangeable, but likely I’m missing some finer point of BDSM here. I must remember to ask him why he does that.
    “While we’re in the dungeon all the problems and concerns of our daily lives are put aside. Here there are just the three of us and I will bring you great pleasure. Is this not so?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Yes, Master.” Curtis was correct. There was so much happening in the community. So many worries, people under so much stress. Tonight was for pleasure.
    “Do you trust me to give you pleasure?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Yes, Master.” She did trust him. She trusted both Nicholas and Curtis to care for her and know what she needed. Curtis was a true Dom in the dungeon, always putting other people’s pleasure before his own, always ensuring she had amazing orgasms.
    “Very good. We will begin.”
    Autumn could hear Curtis moving around. A couple of times he cracked his whip again, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. She was almost certain he wasn’t whipping Nicholas. The sounds weren’t right for that. She wished she could look up and watch but knew that would spoil the scene Curtis had devised. If he’d wanted her to see he would have told her to put her head on her forearms, instead of having her arms outstretched to the sides where they couldn’t be used to help her. Likely, the added vulnerability of not having her hands near her face was part of Curtis’s plan, too.
    Then Curtis’s hands were on her head. What the fuck was he doing? He seemed to be putting something on the top of her head. But a blindfold wouldn’t make sense because she couldn’t see anything anyway. Then he was pushing something into one of her ears, followed by the other ear, and pulling the thing on her head tighter. Ah, earbuds and sound-deadening earmuffs. Okay, so she wasn’t going to get any aural cues and no visual cues. She would have to rely on her other senses. Not that taste was going to be available to her, either. Smell? Maybe, but more likely not. So touch was all she had left. But it was a little broader than that because she could feel the air move against her skin as Curtis walked past her. However, this was going to be a very interesting session.
    Autumn relaxed her body down onto the floor, noticing that it no longer seemed cold to her skin. She used every bit of panther