Her Alpha Saviors [The Hot Millionaires #2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

Luke growled, dropped his jeans, and slipped into her from behind. No finesse, just straight in like he couldn’t wait.

“Ah, baby, I need this.” Luke groaned. “It ain’t gonna take long. Move with me, Skye. Help me out here.”

She enthusiastically did as he asked, and with Jay agitating her tits, they both climaxed in seconds.

“Do you know what a turn-on it is, seeing you half-naked out here in the open?” he asked her when she recovered enough to breathe evenly.

“Everything about me seems to turn you on,” she said, laughing.

Jay got up sat on a large boulder. “Come here and straddle my lap,” he said, releasing his erection. “I’ve got something for you, too.”

Skye didn’t see much of the guys for the rest of the day. Luke was supervising in the reception room, which was now receiving a second coat of paint. Jay had raided her collection of photographs from earlier years and had some ideas for artwork that he hadn’t bothered to run past her.

The courtyard was almost finished. With the hired furniture and space heaters in place it had come gloriously back to life. The potted palms were strategically placed to hide a few gaps in the cobbles that couldn’t be fixed in time. A serving station was set up in one corner, from which waiting staff would circulate with trays of drinks and nibbles. Even the faulty outside lighting had been fixed. Not that it would be needed in the middle of the day, but it seemed that Jay didn’t do anything by halves.

Not needed anywhere else, Skye spent the afternoon in her office, catching up on long-neglected paperwork but ignoring the growing pile of outstanding bills. This was crunch time, she thought as she gazed out of the window, her stomach knotted with nerves. Very soon now the waiting would be over, and she’d either be in a position to settle her debts or she’d sink without trace.

The evening passed in a similar fashion to the previous one. Only this time the anticipation was more intense. The guys dined with her and then disappeared. She suspected that they had a few surprises in store for her. Luke still had more goodies in that bottomless bag of his, and Skye creamed her panties every time she tried to figure out what form they might take.

Skye’s salacious thoughts sobered when she entered the bar and the first person she saw was Peter, his translucent eyes boring into her like lasers.

“Evening, Peter,” she said, ducking behind the bar before he could detain her.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“No we don’t.”

She avoided Peter’s end of the bar for as long as she could but was aware of his creepy gaze following her every movement. She was beginning to feel as though she was being stalked—a situation she wasn’t prepared to tolerate. She’d have a few choice words with him when she got a moment, thrash it out once and for all, and make it plain that their relationship was well and truly over. Yes, that was what she’d do. Jay and Luke wouldn’t like it, but it was none of their damned business. They might dominate her in the bedroom, but outside of that environment she was quite capable of fighting her own battles. Peter might be a thorn in her side, but he wouldn’t actually harm her. Would he?

“Where are our American friends?” he asked her toward the end of the evening.

Skye shrugged, sorely tempted to tell him that they were camped out in her loft, assembling their instruments of torture as they awaited her arrival.

“No idea,” she said. “In their rooms presumably. They do have other projects to keep up with besides this one.”

“You shouldn’t put so much trust in them, Skye. It’s stupid.”

“Oh, so I’m stupid now, am I?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Peter,” she said, leaning toward him, her voice tinged with the anger she was having a tough time suppressing. “Butt out! It’s nothing to do with you, and I don’t appreciate your interference in my affairs.”

“But you are my affair, Skye,” he said, covering her hand with his own. “You’re just not ready to accept it yet.”

She snatched her hand back and threw him a malevolent glare. “Just leave me alone or I’ll bar you from The Fox.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

“I’m only worried about you being taken advantage of.”

“The only person trying to take advantage of me is you.” She fixed him with a steely gaze. “Go home to Annie and leave me be.”

She whirled away from him, dredging up a smile for some of the regulars lining the bar who’d witnessed the exchange and were making no effort to pretend disinterest.

Peter didn’t go home, of course, and was one of the last to leave at closing time. Skye shot the bolts on the door, leaned against it, and sighed with relief. But the episode had taken the edge off her anticipation and was still uppermost in her mind when she made her way back to the loft.

She opened the door and gasped, thoughts of Peter immediately fleeing her addled brain. The place had been transformed by candlelight that flickered from every surface, casting atmospheric shadows over the shabby walls and filling the loft with a heady perfume that made her pulse race with anticipation. More than that, it was actually warm. The boys had obviously installed some sort of heating.

“Like it?” they asked, both standing up to kiss her.

“I love it. It’s magical.” She swirled around, thinking how romantic it looked when all the defects were so hard to see.

“How was the evening?” Jay asked.

“A crowded bar again,” she told him cheerfully. “And an almost full restaurant, but then you saw that for yourselves.”

“Peter there?”

Skye grimaced. “Yes, but I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?” Luke asked, handing her a glass of champagne.

“I want to know what you’re—”

Jay tapped her knee, cutting off her words.

“You don’t ever ask,” he said, in full master mode. “You simply do as you’re told.”

She dropped her eyes, excitement already spiralling through her. She absolutely adored playing their games. It was as though she’d spent her life looking through a window, always on the outside, never having any fun. But life ought to be experienced, and she intended to embrace the opportunity that she’d expectedly been given to do precisely that. “Yes, sir.”

They sat side by side on the love seat, both watching her intently as she sat across from them and sipped her wine. Only touching her with their approving expressions was almost as big a turn-on as when their hands came into play. She was starting to get the hang of this holding back business, understood that anticipation increased the ultimate pleasure and that they got off on her obeying their every command, however demeaning. Fine by her. She’d be a dutiful little sub and do absolutely anything they asked of her.

She crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs together, closing her eyes when sensation throbbed through her pussy and worked its way slowly through the rest of her body.

“Go over to the bed,” Jay said. “Put on the things we’ve left for you, and come right back here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Skye put her glass aside and almost ran across the room, curious to see what came next. She found a black basque with a cross-laced fastening at the front, enabling her to put it on herself. She threw off her clothes, aware of her two guys who were watching her every movement. Naked she pulled the basque on, discovering that it had a split for the crotch that left her pussy and ass uncovered, as well as holes for her nipples. She tightened the front fastening, feeling sexy as hell, especially when she saw their appreciative expressions and the large bulges in their pants.

There were thigh-length leather boots with four-inch spiky heels. Skye wasn’t surprised to find that they were precisely the right size. Once she had them on she felt ready to conquer the world. Luke’s mouth was hanging open, and Jay was flashing that sexy grin of his that so got to her. She held up the final item on the bed, at a loss to know what to do with it. It looked like a studded dog collar.

The guys joined her, and Jay took the collar from her, fastening it round her neck.

“It marks you out as our own little sub,” he told her, leaning across her shoulder from behind and running his tongue down her neck. “You must always wear this when we play with you. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Lay on the bed and spread your legs,” he told her curtly.

She wiggled into position, and they fastened restraints to her arms and legs that they’d obviously attached beneath the bed. Luke produced a camera and started snapping away. Skye smiled up at him, licking her lips, feeling like the cat about to be let loose on a whole vat of cream.

Jay sat on one side of her, shirtless but still wearing his jeans. Skye could have feasted her eyes on his gorgeous chest all night. He was every girl’s dream of the ultimate man. So, too, was Luke, and Skye wasn’t too sure what she’d done to deserve them both.

Her attention flashed back to Jay when she noticed that he was wielding something that looked like a pizza wheel. Skye couldn’t begin to imagine what he was about to do with it but knew better than to ask. Whatever it was, she was pretty sure she’d enjoy it. Luke put down the camera, produced a blindfold, and covered her eyes. As soon as her world went dark, she felt something running gently over her thighs—the wheel thing, presumably. She reacted instinctively, jerking against her restraints as her body responded with a series of sharp tingles.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, master, it makes me feel hot.”

Jay laughed. “That’s not much of a challenge.”

He moved to her inner thighs, stopping tantalizingly short of her cunt. Skye wanted to lift her hips and encourage him higher, but the restraints didn’t give her enough freedom. Forced to submit to the torture, she remained perfectly still even when she felt something being attached to her nipples. A pumping action and then a soft vibration that made her gasp.

“Nipple pumps,” Luke explained. “Like it?”

“Yeah.” Skye sighed. “It makes me feel so fucking sexy. I love it.”

Luke attached the second one and increased the speed. It was as though someone was sucking both nipples at once, hard, whilst someone else sent tingles all over her body with that wretched wheel thing. Skye had never known anything close to the pleasure she felt building—would never have known such devices even existed. She felt on the point of climax, and they hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

“I need to—”

Jay slapped her thigh. “No, Skye, I forbid it. You must wait until we say you can.”

“But you’re—”

He slapped her a little harder. “If you want us to fuck you, then you must submit to our every wish,” he said in a soft, sexy drawl. “Will you do that?”

“I’ll…I’ll try.”

Jay chuckled. “Oh, I know you will. You’ll do it because you’re desperate to have our fat cocks inside you, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want you both to fuck me until I scream.”

“Oh, we will, but only when we’re satisfied that you’ve been punished enough.”

“Then punish me some more, please.” Skye’s voice was an anguished cry. “Please punish me, master.”

A hand, Jay’s presumably, lifted her ass from underneath as far as the restraints would allow. She felt the now-familiar coolness of lube sliding down the crack in her rear and sighed as a slick finger eased into her. She heard a soft chuckle of approval when she didn’t tense against it.

“Good girl!”

The finger slid out again, and she felt a plug sliding in instead. Once it was inserted all the way, Jay let go, and she settled back onto the bed, only this time she had the clamps on her nipples sucking away, the butt plug warming inside her anus, and Jay’s pinwheel attacking her erogenous zones. She managed a brief, restricted squirm before Jay’s hand came down hard and stilled her. Not being able to see, having no advance warning of what would happen to her next, was the most sensual experience she’d ever known, and she bit her lip as a climax she couldn’t contain suddenly ripped through her. She hoped they wouldn’t notice. They did, of course. She knew it because she heard their subdued chuckles.

“Greedy little witch, isn’t she?” Luke said.

“Sorry,” Skye panted. “I think I’ve made the covers all wet.”

More masculine chuckling preceded a set of lips claiming hers. She recognized them as Jay’s and meekly allowed his tongue to thrust into her mouth, knowing he wouldn’t want her to react in any way to his kiss. He was definitely in domineering mode tonight, and she wasn’t permitted to react to anything he did to her unless he gave her permission. He nipped at her lower lip, one hand applying the pin-thingy to her midriff with enough force to make her squirm. God, but she got off on this stuff!

With Jay still feeding from her mouth, she felt something sliding into her cunt. Luke with his vibrator, presumably. That proved to be the case when he switched it on and it throbbed in time with the clamps on her nipples. It was one step too many. No way in the world could she avoid climaxing. Again.

Suddenly short of breath, she sucked much-needed air from Jay’s lungs into her own, twisted her head away from his lips, and screamed as the vibrator and butt plug combined forces to tip her over the edge. She thrashed against the restraints, which made the sensation even greater. One of them thrust the vibrator deeper into her pussy, and she clamped greedily down on it, moaning as she rode a climax that caused her already-overstimulated body to convulse wildly out of control.