Her Alpha Saviors [The Hot Millionaires #2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

She felt the restraints being released as she came back to earth and suddenly she could see again, too. As she blinked up at her two lovers they removed the toys from the various parts of her body. She saw that they were both fully naked and ready for action. This was it!

“Enjoy that?” Jay asked.

“Not as much as I intend to enjoy taking you two.”

“Even so, no one gave you permission to climax.” He shook his head. “You’ll have to be punished for that.”

She dropped her eyes. “I know.”

“Look at yourself,” Luke invited.

She took the camera from him and viewed herself as they’d seen her—blindfolded, spread-eagled, wearing the sexy clothing and thigh-length boots as the nipple clamps and the vibrator did a number on her. She grinned, barely recognizing herself as the uptight young woman who’d been struggling from one crisis to the next for as long as she could remember.

“I look as though I enjoyed myself.” Skye laughed with the pure joy of being alive, feeling liberated and sexy. Right now she could conquer the world but would start by conquering these two. “It’s about time you boys had some fun, too.”

Before the words left her mouth, she knew she’d spoken out of turn. Jay waved a finger beneath her nose and pointed to the floor.

“Hands and knees,” he said curtly.

She knew what was coming. Jay brought a switch down over her buttocks, gently at first but quickly increasing the pressure, presumably because he could see how much she enjoyed being thrashed. She anticipated the blows and pushed her backside up to meet them, throwing her head from side to side as pain transmuted to pleasure, biting her tongue to prevent herself from asking him to hit her harder. If she did that he’d probably punish her by stopping the…well, punishment. She was getting the hang of how they did things and didn’t intend to spoil the party.

The punishment abruptly stopped.

“Back on the bed,” Jay said, his voice an octave deeper than usual, his eyes several shades darker. “Just so you know, we’re gonna give it to you hard and deep until you beg us to stop.”

She flashed a smile that encompassed them both. “Then you could be in for a long wait, gentlemen.”

“Get on the bed and lie down.”

As soon as she did so Luke grabbed her arms, pulled them over her head, and put restraints on her wrists. Then he lay on the bed beside her and ran his hands over her body, still clad in the basque and thigh boots.

“Christ, you’re one hot chick, Skye.” His voice was loaded with admiration and passion as he rolled flat on his back. “Straddle me, babe.” When she moved he wiggled into the place where she’d been so that she could do as he asked with her arms still restrained above her head. She positioned herself over his erect cock, and he guided its head into her vagina. “That’s it, Skye,” he said when she greedily sank down and took it all. “Now you got me. God, you’re so tight. Being inside you makes me fucking enormous.”

The mattress sagged as Jay climbed up behind her, his fingers running across her ass with surprisingly gentle possessiveness.

“You okay?” he asked. “Ready for this?”

“More than ready. Just do it, please.”

Jay’s finger sought out her anus and delved inside. His digit felt small and inadequate after the glorious sensation of the plug and, seeming to realize it, he added a second. She pushed against it, and Luke moved with her, assuring that they didn’t break their connection as Jay added a third finger, moving them in and out of her harshly but without once hurting her.

“Better get moving, Jay,” Luke said in a strangled voice. “I’m feeling a bit pressured here.”

Jay’s fingers left her, but before she could regret their absence, she felt his cock pushing its way in. It felt absolutely wonderful, and she joyously welcomed it by pushing against it. Hard. She felt him slide all the way home and let out a long moan as though, finally, he was losing control.

The three of them moved in unison, the men setting precisely the right rhythm, as though they’d done this many times before. They probably had, Skye thought, trying not to feel jealous. As she felt pleasure spangle she emptied her mind of everything, no longer caring who they’d honed their skills on, just so long as they didn’t stop using them on her.

“Keep moving with us, babe,” Jay said, his voice sounding taut as his cock worked smoothly into her backside, sending exquisite sensations shooting through her. “We’re gonna all come together.”

“Soon, Jay,” Luke said, moaning as he increased the frequency of his upward thrusts deep into Skye’s pussy, instinctively appearing to know that Jay would pick up the pace, too. “I’m fucking close. She’s holding me too tight inside her cunt. Jesus!” He howled the word. “We’ve gotta do this now.”

“I hear you, buddy.” Jay rammed himself harder into Skye from behind as Luke teetered on the edge. “You ready, babe?”

“Fuck me, boys!” she yelled. “Let me feel you. I need to feel more! Come on, let me have it! Is that all you’ve got for me? Ah, that’s it. I’m coming.”

Her world crashed in on her as the three of them climaxed together. The heat flickered hotter than the naked candle flames that surrounded the bed, growing in intensity as she sensed the urgency consuming her two lovers. The flicker became liquid heat, sending incandescent desire surging through her, blowing her mind. The explosion swamped her reason, and she cried out, throwing her head back and feeling the collar tighten round her neck, heightening the sensation to an almost painful level. Jay smacked her behind as he, too, roared something indecipherable and she felt a hot stream of his sperm shoot into her backside.

Luke’s face was a tortured mask as, eyes closed against the intensity of the sensation, he, too, let go and filled her with his seed. His cock pulsated deep inside her, staying with her as she continued to ride the crest of a deeply intense orgasm. It faded briefly and then intensified so quickly that she seriously thought she was losing her mind. She’d actually had two orgasms, one straight after the other, and was literally boneless following the experience.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have the strength to move again,” she said breathlessly, grinning inanely at them both.

* * * *

“What are we gonna do about her?” Luke asked Jay early the next morning as they supervised the final preparations for the reception.

Jay shot him a quizzical look. “She’s getting to us both, isn’t she?”

Luke grinned. “And then some. How she handled us both last night, never able to get enough…I dunno.” He shook his head. “It’s more than just the mind-blowing sex. We’ve had that often enough in the past, although perhaps never quite as good as with Skye. But I care about her, Jay. I really want to see her succeed.”

“Me too, buddy, me too.”

They’d only left the loft just before first light, and Skye had taken to all the new toys and games they’d introduced with an enthusiasm that tugged at Jay’s heart. At one stage Jay had attached a lead to her collar and made her crawl across the floor in those damned sexy boots until she reached Luke, settled between his knees, and sucked him off. Jay had made her stick her ass in the air and spanked her while she did it. Watching Luke’s cock disappear into her sweet mouth as he flattened his hand against her cute ass was so damned hot he’d almost lost control and come then and there.

Far from feeling humiliated, Skye loved every second of it. And so did he and Luke—that was the problem. He had a few more tricks planned for tonight, a few more toys that she might enjoy, a few more ideas for her subjection, but how long could they go on like this? Jay’s business took him all over this country and back to the States. The Fox
was a tiny cog in a huge machine, but it would be one hell of a wrench to walk away from her.

The object of their admiration appeared on the steps to the loft, looking fresh and rejuvenated even though she’d barely gotten any sleep. That was what a good romp obviously did for her.

“Morning, gents,” she said cheerfully, descending the stairs to meet them. “I need hardly ask if everything’s under control.”

“You look…er, full of yourself,” Jay said, smiling.

She linked arms with both of them and grinned. “You guys sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

“You’re not sore?” Luke asked.

“No, but you’re welcome to put that situation to rights tonight.”

“You
want
us to hurt you?” Jay frowned. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“I want you to stop holding back,” she said seriously, as though discussing some important business matter rather than Jay’s Dom tendencies. “I know you’re trying to break me in gently, so to speak, but I want to try everything.” She sighed, a shadow passing across her eyes. “Whatever happens today, I know you won’t be staying much longer, and I want to make the most of our time together.”

“Got anything in particular in mind?”

“Funny you should say that,” she remarked as they drifted into the dining room, “but I did a little reading online yesterday and apparently they have these harnesses you can suspend on a door—”

“Say no more.” Luke moistened his lips. “We’ll see what we can do.”

They were halfway through breakfast when enraged shouting from the kitchen had all three of them running in that direction. They found Steve screaming at the helpers.

“Who cocked this mayonnaise up?” he yelled, his face red with anger. “Come on, I need to know what wanker’s trying to fuck things up.”

“Problem, Steve?” Skye asked.

“Yeah, you could say that. I made mayonnaise especially for the
vol-au-vents
.” He shrugged. “I know it’s not supposed to be made fresh because of some stupid bloody EU law about raw eggs and stuff, but no chef with pride in his work takes any notice of that. The stuff that comes in a jar just isn’t the same. Anyway, I just tasted it to make sure it was okay, which was just as bloody well because some sod’s sabotaged it.” He threw his hands up in the air. “It’s ruined, and I’ll have to start over.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Luke asked.

“Tastes like someone’s mixed Tabasco in it,” he fumed. “It’s hot as hell. If I’d served that it would have made half the punters sick, or at the very least set their mouths on fire, and the reception would have been a bloody disaster.”

“Who did you leave looking after it?” Jay asked, already anticipating the answer.

“Maisie,” he said through clenched teeth. “And now she’s bloody disappeared.”

“When did she go?” Skye asked.

“She was here a short time ago,” someone else said. “I think I saw her slip out the back door when Steve discovered the mayo.”

“Presumably you tasted it when you first made it,” Luke said.

“Of course.”

“Well, she probably thought you wouldn’t taste it again before you used it to fill the
vol-au-vents
.”

“I wouldn’t have done as a rule but the colour looked a bit off, so I wanted to make sure it was still okay.” He ground his teeth. “She’s fucking sick if she’s trying to get back at me by ruining my reputation.” Steve tipped the ruined sauce down the nearest sink. “I’d have been made a laughingstock.”

“I don’t think it was Steve she was trying to discredit,” Jay said to Skye as they left the kitchen. “Where do you think she’s gotten to?”

A quick search of the pub confirmed that she was nowhere about. Hannah said she’d seen her scurrying off down the road.

“Where does she live?” Jay asked.

Skye checked her records and reeled off an address.

“Right,” Jay said, grim faced. “I’m off to have another little word.”

Skye grabbed a jacket from the coat stand in her office. “I’m coming with you. I need to know what the hell’s going on here.”

“Okay. Hold the fort here, Luke. We won’t be long.”

Jay followed Skye’s verbal instructions and drove to a road on the other side of the village. It was a run-down area with rows of terraced houses divided into flats.

“This is the one.”

Jay pulled over and switched off the ignition. Together they climbed the steps to the front door and rang the bell for Maisie’s flat. The door was wrenched open, not by Maisie but by Peter’s girlfriend Annie. She didn’t look surprised to see them.

“You’d better come in,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

They followed Annie up a poorly carpeted, creaky staircase to the upper floor. None of them said a word until Annie flung open the door to a neat sitting room. Maisie was hunched over, clutching a pillow against her stomach, sobbing quietly.

“I didn’t realize you two shared a flat,” Skye said.

Annie shrugged, not especially friendly. “No reason why you should have known.”

“One of you had best tell us what’s going on,” Jay said. “I assume it was you who got Maisie to stage that little show with Steve the first day we arrived.”

Skye shot him a look. “But why would Annie—”

“Yes, it was.” Annie sat down beside Maisie and dropped her head into her hands. “I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to do.”

“I think you’d best explain,” Skye said, perching on the arm of a chair.