Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

She cried out but didn’t move so Harry repeated the process, this time putting a little pressure on her sensitised clit. Each time he spanked her he rewarded her by giving more attention to her pussy and it appeared to be driving her wild. Jonny prowled round them, taking close-up pictures of the action.

She squirmed on his knee, making soft noises that communicated her pleasure and painfully engorged Harry’s prick. He snapped his finger at Brad, who knew what was needed and tossed a condom packet to him. Harry tore it open with his teeth, righted Steffi on his lap, and lifted her off it, seating her on the bed beside him.

“Help me with this,” he said.

Without hesitating, she took his cock in her hand and massaged, exerting just the right amount of pressure. Harry closed his eyes and threw his head back, allowing her to work on him for a moment or two. Jonny had warned him she knew what she was doing, and he hadn’t exaggerated. Much more of this and he’d shoot his load before he even entered her.

“The condom,” he said sharply.

She rolled it down his length and waited to be told what to do next. Harry sat on the bed in much the same position as she’d just vacated, back against the headboard, legs slightly apart, erection standing proud, angry, and overdue for action.

“Straddle me.”

As soon as she was in position, Harry told her to put her hands behind her back. He shackled them there with velvet restraints, aware that if she couldn’t use her hands, she’d have to rely on her sense of balance and allow him to direct operations. He lifted her by her hips and moved her thong aside. Harry was into fucking a woman with her panties on—such as they were. He parted her slick, creamy folds and directed her onto his prick. She sank down and took it all in one hit—an impressive achievement given how big he was tonight and how she was so exquisitely tight.

“Greedy little witch,” Jonny muttered, still snapping away.

Brad joined them on the bed. Steffi leant forward each time she met Harry’s thrusts, leaving her butt directly in Brad’s range. He spanked it in time with Harry’s upward movements, just hard enough to tingle and add an edge to the excitement building inside Steffi.

“You like that, babe?” he asked.

“Yes, these clamp things are driving me wild. So is Harry’s cock. But you’re not spanking me hard enough.”

Brad chuckled. “You sure she’s new to this?” he asked Jonny.

“What can I say?” Jonny shrugged. “She had a good teacher.”

Harry couldn’t join in the fraternal banter because he was unable to find his voice. He was so turned-on, so close to climax, that it took all his efforts just to hold it back and give Steffi more of what she wanted. His balls ached, his prick throbbed, his entire body vibrated with subliminal sensation. He’d never known anything quite as exquisite as fucking Steffi and wanted to prolong the conclusion indefinitely. No hope of that. He was on fire.

“Give her more,” he said curtly to Brad. “She likes the pain.”

Brad obliged, keeping time with Harry as he drove himself into her harder than ever, tweaking one of the nipple clamps so it fitted more tightly. She screamed.

“You like the feel of my cock fucking your cunt?”

“Harry, I can’t hold it!”

“Yeah, you can. If you come now then Brad will spank you until you can’t sit down.”

“I don’t care.” Harry thrust harder still, bringing her to the brink but forbidding her to come—knowing she would. Jonny groaned and took another picture. The sound of Brad’s hand hitting her bottom sounded unnaturally loud, echoing above Steffi’s strangled cries and Harry’s demented panting. “You’re driving me crazy.” She tossed her mane of hair all over her face as she rotated her shoulders and groaned with pleasure. “Just fuck me like you mean it, Harry. I need this. Really need it.”

“Okay, babe, ride it. Take what you need from my cock. It’s all yours.”

“You feel Harry’s cock fucking you?” Brad asked, spanking her a little harder. “It’s all for you, Steffi, you greedy little bitch. And so is mine. You’ve got that to look forward to after this.”

He stopped spanking her and rubbed his cock down the crack in her ass, gently probing at the entrance to her anus. She screamed, was still for a moment and then her body spasmed. She yelled at Harry to fuck her harder.

“Geez, I’m coming, too.”

She fell to her side next to him, temporarily exhausted, the moment Harry stopped pulsating inside her. He grinned at her and kissed the end of her nose.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Wonderful,” she responded, her eyes still muddy with passion. “I can’t believe I’ve never experienced stuff like this before.”

“Don’t worry,” Brad said, patting her butt, only lightly this time. “We’re here to make sure you make up for lost time.”

Harry got up to dispose of the condom and use the bathroom. He left Steffi to Brad’s tender mercies and wandered out to check his computer. What he found there delayed his return for some considerable time and took his mind clean off a repeat performance with Steffi—an unimaginable prospect as little as ten minutes ago.

When he returned to the bedroom, Steffi was shackled to the bed while Brad fucked her and Jonny, now naked, played with her ass. He had a couple of fingers—presumably lubricated ones—right up her anus, and she appeared to love it, given the way she pushed back against him. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before Jonny replaced those fingers with a plug. Good. The sooner she was introduced to anal sex, the quicker the three of them could take her together. It was just what Steffi needed to complete her education, and he was pretty sure she’d be a responsive student.

He stood back and watched his brothers in action, operating as a smooth unit. They gave Steffi a little more of what she’d missed out on for so long and then held back, forcing her to beg them for more. Harry hardened again and would have joined the party, except what he had to say couldn’t wait.

When Brad gave Steffi her longed-for climax and then came himself, he gave them a moment to recover before breaking his news.

“I’ve got somewhere with the e-mail thing,” he said.

Steffi’s head shot round in his direction. “Tell us,” she said, looking delectably dishevelled and thoroughly satiated.

“That guy you had a thing for,” he said. “His name was Sam, right?”

She frowned. “Yes, so what?”

“It wasn’t Sam Watson, by any chance?”

Steffi’s mouth fell open. “Sam’s behind this?”

She felt shell-shocked. One of them had already released her hands and, still flat on her back, she sat bolt upright when Harry spoke. She was aware of someone slipping an arm round her shoulders—Jonny, she thought it was—but his touch barely registered. Jonny and Brad flanked her and Harry was just across the room, regarding her with a mixture of anxiety and regret. Moments ago she couldn’t get enough of any of them. Now all she felt was despair and an urgent desire to know what the hell was going on.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and touched her arm in a chaste yet oddly sensual gesture. “It looks that way,” he said.

“But why?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I was getting nowhere trying to track down the origins of that fake e-mail address. Anyway, something told me that even if I found it, it wouldn’t mean anything. The people behind it definitely didn’t want to be found so I tried another approach.”

“You hacked into Richard Blake’s e-mail?” Jonny suggested.

“Right.”

“Why?” Steffi asked.

All four of them were still naked, and up until a few moments ago, Steffi’s head had been full of the amazing things they’d just done to her. Now she was focused on trying to figure out what was going on. She was deeply suspicious of Sam’s clandestine involvement with her precious Marius, which made absolutely no sense to her whatsoever. What was she missing?

“I would have done the same thing in Harry’s position,” Jonny said. “I was going to suggest it but something sidetracked me.” He flashed a smile at Steffi that made it clear she was to blame.

“Why did you suspect Richard?” she asked, immune for once to his sexy smile.

“Because he was the only one with something to gain from Marius’s failure,” Harry explained. “He gets to buy him back, remember.”

“Yes, but he can’t afford to.”

“No,” Jonny said, “but I’m betting he knows someone who can, earning him a nice little profit in the process.”

“But Sam doesn’t have that sort of money.”

“He does now,” Harry explained. “He’s started his own stud in Ireland, backed by a wealthy individual who seems to think the sun shines out of the bastard’s backside.”

Steffi shook her head. “Sam
is
good at what he does and he can charm the birds out of the trees if it’s worth his while.”

“So if he smelt a wealthy investor—”

“Precisely. And he always thought highly of Marius.”

“Well, there you are, then.” Harry sighed. “He and Richard are definitely in this together. They communicate through fake e-mails but obviously don’t realize that if you open an account and use your real address, it doesn’t take long to connect the dots.”

“I’d like to see their e-mails, just to make sure it’s them.”

“I was going to ask you to look,” Harry said. “I don’t have any doubts, but they don’t use their actual names, or name Marius, so—”

Harry produced his laptop and it didn’t take five minutes for the lingering doubts to flee Steffi’s head.

“It’s definitely them,” she said, pushing the screen disgustedly aside. “I already told you that Richard is more than capable of pulling a fast one. He not only stands to gain financially but also gets his revenge by separating me from Marius.”

“Not a chance,” Jonny said in a mordant tone. “Now that we’re on to him, we’ll soon put a stop to his little game.”

“I’m going to talk to him. I need him to know—”

“Let him come to you,” Harry said.

“But he’s in England.”

“No, he isn’t. I traced the origin of e-mails from his official account. He’s somewhere in the country.”

“Probably here to gamble,” Steffi said with a derisive sniff.

“And to be close to you,” Jonny said. “He’s laid his groundwork well with regard to Marius and wants to be around when the axe falls. Besides, time isn’t on his side. The two-year option clause to buy Marius back will expire in a couple of months.”

“And he probably wants to find a way to let Steffi know what he’s done in person,” Brad said in a disgusted tone, “just so he can gloat.”

Steffi loved it that the guys were there for her, as outraged as she was by the stunt Richard was trying to pull. “Thanks,” she said, touching each of their hands in turn, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter what he does now. We know he’s behind it all and so we can fight back. We’ll get the vet to certify Marius’s virility and put the word out.”

“No, let’s play the waiting game.” Jonny stroked her cheek, his touch searingly gentle. “We’ll set up a few traps of our own.”

Steffi shook her head. “I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve got enough to contend with, what with Daniel and—”

“Shush.” Jonny placed a finger against her lips. “Just bide your time. Daniel can afford to take the temporary loss of stud fees. I’m betting that Richard will turn up here before the week’s out because he will have expected to have received a complaint from Daniel before now. He doesn’t know that Daniel dropped the ball when he got ill and will want to check out the lay of the land for himself, before time runs out.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to speak politely to him,” Steffi said, her jaw so rigid with tension that it hurt her teeth.

“You underestimate your own strength, sweetheart,” Brad said. “Come on, let’s get you showered and tucked up in your own bed.”

“You’ll be all right?” Jonny asked. “One of us will stay with you—”

“No, I’m fine.” Steffi couldn’t afford to lean on them too much. She didn’t know how much longer they’d be around for. “You’ve already done more than enough.”

* * * *

Daniel summoned them all the following morning. Brad felt incredibly nervous. Their father had obviously come to a decision, and if he’d made up his mind not go for the treatment, Brad would be devastated. The problem was they’d never be able to change his mind. Once he decided upon a particular course, Daniel seldom deviated from it. Brad loved and respected his father ahead of anyone else he knew. The thought of losing him when there was even an outside chance of prolonging his life made his gut clench with impotent rage. He’d never felt so useless in his entire life.

“Ah, there you are.” Daniel smiled at them all, the strain in his eyes causing Brad to fear the worst. “I’ll put you straight out of your misery. I’ve spoken to the guy in Texas at length. He’s examined my records and is prepared to have a look at me. So—”

“So, you’ll go?” Jonny and Brad asked together.

“Yes, why not?”

There was a collective exhalation. “That’s good,” Steffi said, kissing his cheek. “It seems like he’s a miracle worker.”

“When will you go?” Jonny asked.