Free The Dom Collars His Sub [Unchained Love 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page A

been watching him and waiting for the right time to talk to him, too. Not only was Carey a good Dom, a man he could trust, but he was also insightful and perceptive. He spoke only nanoseconds after Larry had reached his conclusion.
    “Sub, who is in charge in this dungeon?”
    “You are, Master.”
    “Who makes the decisions here?”
    “You do, Master.”
    “Who knows what is right for the sub to do?”
    “You do, Master.”
    “You have learned your lesson. You may go.”
    “Thank you, Master.”
    Gratefully, Larry rested his foot on the ground again and waited for the pins and needles in it to settle before he walked over to his clothing and got dressed. Part of him wanted to say something about Jubilee, but he knew Carey would look after her. Likely Carey would recognize the exact second to unbind her, just as he’d known the right time to talk to Larry.
    Larry nodded to Carey and left.
     
    * * * *
     
    Even in the time they took to do things, Jubilee and Larry were perfectly matched. Carey had almost been able to see the little wheels turning and little motors whirring in Larry’s brain as he’d thought through all the issues while he’d stood on one foot.
    He’d done very well. Carey’d expected him to last awhile. After all, he was a wolf with a wolf’s sense of balance and stamina, even though he was still sort of in the closet about being a shape-shifter.
    But even so, he’d managed the pose for a very long time. Carey couldn’t help but be impressed with the sub. And just as he sensed the very first stirrings of Jubilee coming out of subspace, Larry had arrived at the essential place he needed to be.
    Now Larry had finished his part in the scene, and Jubilee was about to need his undivided attention for her aftercare. The pain would be intense when he unbound her elbows and her breasts but relatively short term. Still, she would need him to be completely focused on her. Breasts were a lot more delicate than asses, and he had no intention of leaving any lasting damage on his devoted slave.
    Quickly, he grabbed his bag of toys and Jubilee’s clothing and hurried out of this dungeon and down the hallway to the final room. This room contained a hot tub, and he’d had a devil of a job managing to book it with Lucy when Larry wasn’t around to hear him. He hadn’t wanted the sub to have any inkling of what was planned for tonight, even though he wasn’t going to be involved in this part of the program.
    He collected some things he’d need and laid out a pile of towels then returned to Jubilee. She’d started to wiggle slightly. It was time to take her into the hot tub. He picked her up in his arms, which was damn difficult with her arms tied behind her and her breasts so engorged.
    Grateful he only had to walk the length of the hallway, he carried her into the end room, locking the door behind them. He sat her on the side of the hot tub and snapped the cable ties, freeing her breasts, then turned her around and began untying the ropes that bound her arms. Carey hooked his right leg around her waist to secure her so he could use both hands on the binding. He needed to move fast, as the blood pouring back into her chest was going to hurt like hell within a few minutes.
    Finally, her arms were freed and he moved them to her sides, hanging them down. Her eyes were wide open and tears had gathered in the corners of them.
    “I know it’s starting to hurt, but soon it’ll be good again,” he said, kissing her forehead.
    He turned her around so she faced into the hot tub and the wall of mirrors behind it then held her under her armpits. “Sit right down so the water completely covers your breasts. Sit on the base, not on the seat,” he said, making sure she understood him.
    Jubilee nodded and slid into the water, sitting on the floor of the hot tub, in water up to her ears.
    He grinned at how cute she looked like that, glanced at the mirrored ceiling reflecting the top of her head, and shucked his