Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (3 page)

Lydia brushed a lock of ebony black hair behind her ear, tried briefly to give a cavalier smile, then finally said, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you don’t know me at all. You’re speaking a lot of rubbish.”

“Then why are your panties wet?”

* * * *

Nick asked, “Then why are your panties wet?”

Lydia gasped loudly enough to draw the attention of a Mumbai businessman having a cocktail at one of the tables. She squeezed her thighs together, fighting against the rush of pleasure that oozed through her system. Her clit was tingling furiously now, her nipples hard little bundles of nerve endings waiting for attention. She felt like she was being caressed, when in fact she wasn’t being touched at all.

“You know I’m telling the truth,” Nick said, leaning a little closer. She could feel the heat of his breath, smell the strangely erotic aroma of fresh bourbon as he spoke. “Are your panties wet, Lydia? I need you to answer.”

She stared straight ahead, her hands balled in small fists in her lap. She felt herself melting inside, felt her pussy swelling and dampening in preparation for penetration. Every instinct she had as a businesswoman screamed that she should get to her feet and hurry immediately to her hotel room where, behind a locked door, she would be safe. But every feminine instinct in her also screamed that Nick was a devilishly seductive man.

Lydia shook her head. “You’re wrong.” She hardly spoke above a whisper, but even so, there was so little conviction in her tone that she was certain neither man believed her.

Nick said, “Caleb, since I’m the man who asked the question, I’m not in a position to be entirely objective. Lydia says that her panties are dry and that the idea of getting a sound, bare-bottom spanking on her thirty-fifth birthday is not an appealing one. Would you care to be the objective third party and find out what’s the truth and what’s a lie?”

The breath once again caught in Lydia’s chest. They weren’t really going to check her panties right then and there, were they?

“Take your hands out of your lap and put them on the bar.” Nick’s voice was low, but it carried a command, an authority, that Lydia was unable to challenge. She’d never before let any man speak to her in such a manner. “And spread your knees. You must allow Caleb sufficient room for inspection.” He chuckled softly. “So many men around, and yet none of them can see a thing.” His voice dipped low. “Spread your knees, Lydia, or I might just have to give you that spanking right here and now.”

She lacked the willpower to resist his domination. Though Lydia hadn’t thought it possible, she found herself slowly spreading her knees. She stared at the martini on the bar in front of her, her mind in a whirl, conscious of the fact that she was more aroused at that moment just from words, than she’d ever been from caresses.

She felt Caleb’s palm first on her knee. He had a very large hand, and the fingers were long. Slowly, inch by inch, his palm moved upward and inward, sliding toward the inside of her thigh. To Lydia, it felt like she was being branded by his red-hot touch.

Stop him. Stop him now before this silly game has gone too far.

Her good intentions at temperance did not translate into action. Her cunt was getting creamier by the second, and the higher Caleb’s hand went on her thigh, the further apart she spread her knees. She felt the tip of his little finger slide over the lacy top of her stocking, then touch the bare flesh above the silk but below her panties. Lydia’s eyes briefly shut before she forced them open again. It was almost impossible to remember to keep breathing. The tension Lydia felt was unbearable.

The fingertips began moving in a slow, seductive circular pattern as they continued their northward journey. When at last Caleb pressed his fingers against the lips of her pussy, touching her intimately but through her panties, Lydia gasped.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, one hand flying to her mouth, the other clenched in a fist on the bar. “I can’t believe I’m allowing this to happen.”

“They’re wet,” Caleb said, his hand moving up and down slowly, pressing the material of Lydia’s Victoria’s Secret thong panties against the lips of her pussy and her tingling clit. “Nick, I’d say she was lying. What’s the penalty for lying?”

If he keeps caressing my clit, I’ll come right here on this barstool in front of all these men.

“I’ve never, ever done anything like this.” Lydia’s words came out as though she was apologizing. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“We’re doing it because you need an adventure,” Nick explained. “Now go to the ladies room and take off your panties. And your bra. Then come back quickly. There’s much you have to experience before I turn that luscious ass of yours pink with a good, old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking.”

Caleb removed his hand from between her thighs, and Lydia issued a soft, plaintive sigh. There was a ringing in her ears, and she felt a little drunk, though she hadn’t quite finished two martinis, which was well below what she needed to feel truly intoxicated.

“Go on, Lydia. And when you return, I want you to hand me your panties carefully. We mustn’t let all these men know you’re without panties and with a very wet pussy.”

“I didn’t know the Devil would wear a hand-tailored business suit,” Lydia said as she got off the barstool. She felt as though she was only semiconscious, on the verge of a trance. “You mustn’t ever, ever, ever tell anyone about this. And I think you’d better order me another martini.”

Lydia had to ask assistance in finding the ladies’ room. She was so nervous she could hardly speak. When she stepped inside the bathroom, she put her hands on the countertop and leaned close to the mirror, looking directly into her own eyes.

What am I doing? I’m a grown woman, and grown women don’t get spanked.

As though watching someone else, she took several steps away from the mirror, then lifted her skirt. When she looked at her pink thong panties, it seemed as though she was looking at someone else, some woman she didn’t know. Hooking her thumbs into the slender waistband at her hips, she tugged the damp garment down over the straps of her garter belt, then over her stockings, and finally over her high-heeled pumps.

She tucked the panties into the pocket of her jacket, then opened the jacket and looked at herself in the mirror.

I’m not going to take off my bra. Women who wear my bra size shouldn’t go anywhere without wearing a bra.

But then she watched her fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse, and she realized that the authoritarian demeanor Nick and Caleb had displayed had led to her total submission to their desires. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly to reveal the pink bra that matched her panties and garter belt.

Compromise. I’ll compromise and keep some dignity.

Lydia quickly tugged her breasts, which seemed unnaturally very full and highly sensitive, over the lacy cups of her bra. It took some manipulation, but soon the cups were beneath the twin mounds, and she was rapidly buttoning her blouse. With her jacket on, none of the men in the tavern would be able to tell that her nipples were so tight and erect they stood out like beacons, denting her blouse and displaying the extent of her arousal.

I’ve never in my entire adult life gone anywhere without panties on. Why the hell am I doing this?

She stepped out of the restroom and made her way slowly back to the men. She felt certain that all the men in the tavern were looking at her because they knew she wasn’t wearing panties or an effectively functioning bra, but she knew this wasn’t the truth. The men had all looked at her when she’d first arrived, and now was no different.

Still, she did suddenly discover that it was wickedly arousing to be in public and know that she wasn’t wearing panties. She wondered what else she’d learn about herself before the night was through.

There were fresh drinks in front of both men by the time she returned to her seat. Hardly had she sat down before the bartender set a new martini in front of her. She took a sip and sighed with pleasure.

“I want you men to know that three is my limit. It always has been.”

“Well, let’s keep an open mind tonight, shall we?” Nick used the edge of his palm to push Lydia’s skirt higher up her legs. He put his palm on the inside of her thigh, his fingers splayed wide, his little finger dangerously close to her slit. “Now, hand over the panties.”

Lydia tried for a moment to ignore the hand on her thigh, then realized she really didn’t want to. As she reached into the pocket of her jacket for her panties, she felt Caleb’s hand on her leg. Never in her life had she ever been caressed by two men on the same evening, much less the same time. Everything that was happening was unprecedented in her world of wealth and privilege.

Nick put his hand on the bar, and Lydia crumpled up the panties as small as possible, and tucked them into his palm.

“I can feel how wet they are already.” There was a distinctly triumphant tone in Nick’s voice that irked Lydia. “Now put your arms on the bar, one on top of the other so that your hands are near your elbows.”

When Lydia didn’t immediately follow through with the command she’d been given, Caleb said, “You know, Nick, I’m thinking Lydia needs that spanking more than we first thought. Birthday spankings are one thing, but punishment spankings have got to be a whole lot more serious.”

Caleb’s getting into this, too. He’s forcing me to submit, just like Nick. How did I ever let this go so far?

“That’s when Lydia gets more than just that gorgeous ass spanked. That’s when she gets her pussy and nipples spanked, too.”

Despite herself, unable to resist the desire to submit, Lydia put her arms up on the bar in front of her martini glass, and whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Her breasts, hidden now by her arms, were available for caresses, and that’s precisely what they got. The slight buzzing in Lydia’s brain when she’d had her pussy touched through her panties was nothing compared to the ringing in her ears when Nick and Caleb turned their barstools around so that they were leaning back against the bar and facing the opposite direction as Lydia. Each man took turns squeezing her breasts through her blouse, tugging and pinching at her ever-responsive nipples, then traveling southward to caress her pussy and slip a fingertip between delicate sex lips, then upward over a clit that throbbed with tension.

“Keep your eyes open. If you close your eyes, they’ll know something’s happening.”

It was Nick’s voice, and the hard edge of it cut through the fog of Lydia’s passion and forced her to comprehend and act accordingly.

In a whisper, while looking straight ahead and not at either man, Lydia said, “You’re going to make me come.”

The tone was almost conversational, strangely disembodied, especially considering how focused Lydia was on her own body at that moment. She was experiencing the thrill of being caressed simultaneously by two handsome men. A single wrong move, either by her or by one of the men, would mean that she would be discovered, in a public setting, acting in the lewdest and most wanton of ways. Lydia didn’t want to think of what the scandal sheets would print if they found out that the billionaire heiress of one of the most powerful families in the United States had allowed herself to get felt up and finger-fucked in a public tavern in Mumbai.

She clenched her teeth and tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible when the orgasmic spasms of a powerful climax gripped her. Never before had she tried to hide the fact that she was having an orgasm, though on more than just a few occasions she had faked climaxing. Her hands were balled into white-knuckled fists on the bar, one forearm over the other to hide the fact that powerful hands were squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples.

The fact that she didn’t know whether it was Nick’s finger rubbing her clit that had sent her into the abyss, or it was Caleb’s, only heightened the force of her orgasm.

“S–Stop,” she said, when the last of five strong contractions had finally subsided, and clear and rational thinking could resume. “Please, God, I’m begging you men to stop.”

The climax, perhaps because she had to contain her reaction to it, had been the most powerful of her life.

Happy fucking birthday, to me!

“Take a sip of your martini, darling, and collect your senses,” Nick said. As was almost always the case, he spoke with a certain air of authority, as though there was no reason in the world anyone would not do precisely as he had requested. “Caleb, you’re looking low on beer. How about if it’s just you and I for this round?”

“Come on,” Caleb said, finishing the last of his beer. “I’ve got a beautiful suite on the twenty-third floor with a king-size bed big enough for the three of us.”

Lydia shook her head emphatically. “No. No. I can’t.” She was almost pleading. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Baby, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but you’ve already rather seriously mixed the two,” Caleb replied. Lydia’s face was quite pale, and he could tell that the climax she’d experienced frightened the hell out of her. “I’ve never before shared a woman with another man, so this is new to me, but I can promise you that Nick and I will do everything we can to make this an evening of pleasure you’ll never forget.”

Lydia closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. “I can’t listen to this. I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

Caleb took her left wrist and pulled it away from her ear. Being much stronger than Lydia, he had little trouble pulling her hand down until her palm was pressed firmly against the swollen cock he had tenting his trousers.

“Feel what you do to me,” he said. He felt her fingers tighten on the shaft of his cock, moving slightly as though to measure his size. He watched as her eyes widened. “That’s for you. Now let’s get out of here and up to my room.”

“N–no,” Lydia stammered.

“Fine,” Nick said. “Then we’ll go to your room. When you’re finished with us, you can kick us out.”