Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Her mental demons fed on the darkness, taking her to places she didn’t want to be. It was a long time before exhaustion rocked her into a restless sleep. She woke from it abruptly, bathed in perspiration, and sat bolt upright, forgetting for a moment where she was. The sheet was twisted round her body like a straitjacket and she trembled from the aftereffects of a dream in which she was charging round the country with a sword, cutting off the heads of anyone who crossed her path.

“This is ridiculous,” she said aloud, hoping the sound of her own voice would restore a little sanity.

She thumped her pillows into a more comfortable nest and again tried to sleep.

“Admit it, girl,” she said after another ten minutes of wide-awake fear had elapsed, “you’re afraid of your own shadow.”

She had good reason to be afraid. The guys’ insistence that she was being manipulated by forces beyond her understanding no longer seemed so outrageous—not now, in the early hours when she was alone and afraid. If only she could remember who she was, what her life was all about, she’d feel more in control. But the harder she tried, the hazier it all became. Talia felt isolated and afraid.

“I guess I don’t have to be alone,” she told herself. “They did tell me where to find them. What do I care if they think I’m a wuss? They seem to know what’s going on, which is more than can be said for me.”

Talia threw the covers back and slipped her arms into the sleeves of the robe hanging behind the door. Then she paused. What if her determination to go to them wasn’t her own choice? What if they were wrong and the people manipulating her still had control of her thought process? They had assured her that she was no longer dangerous, but they couldn’t know that for sure, could they? Even so, the desire to leave this lonely room was compelling.

Without giving it any further thought, Talia let herself into the corridor and opened the door to their room without knocking. She expected them to be sound asleep and annoyed by the intrusion. Nothing could have been farther from the truth and Talia stopped dead in the doorway, blinking at the scene that greeted her.

Vadim was wearing some sort of kinky harness that pushed his balls way up his body. An impossibly huge erection was encased in some sort of ring. His wrists were shackled to the bedhead and he was on all fours while Zayd paddled his ass with a whip, pulling back on a collar round his buddy’s neck as he did so, making it seem as though he was choking him.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, red with embarrassment. “I’ll…er, leave you to it.”

At the sound of her voice, Vadim twisted his head sideways, surprised that he and Zayd hadn’t sensed her arrival.

“We were too engrossed,”
Zayd pheromoned.

“I guess.”

“So, what do we do now?”

Vadim chuckled.
“Finish what we started.”

“With an audience?”

“Why not? It might throw some light on a few things.”

“You think she’ll go for it?”

“One way to find out.”

“Hey, don’t leave,” Vadim said aloud. “Come join us.”

“Looks like three would be one too many.”

“Not embarrassed, are you?” Zayd taunted.

“I’m not into voyeurism.”

Zayd blew her a kiss. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing, babe.”

“Why did you leave your room?” Vadim asked.

“I…er, I’m not really sure.”

“Did you remember something?”

“No.” She turned away from them, then turned right back again, like she was too fascinated by what she’d seen to pretend indifference. “I didn’t realize you guys were gay.”

“We’re not,” Vadim said. “We swing both ways.”

“Oh, I see.”

Vadim watched her debating with herself. She mangled her lower lip between her teeth as her gaze kept coming back to him in his fetish harness.

“You got some questions you need to ask, honey?”

“Well, I…” She released her lip and moistened it with the tip of her tongue. “The strap thing you’re wearing. What does it do?”

“The rings encompass my balls and my cock separately,” he said. “It makes me last longer while Zayd spanks me and then fucks my ass. When he pulls back on the collar it restricts my breathing and heightens the sensations.”

“Right.” Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. “I’ll…er, take your word for that.”

“Don’t suppose you can remember if you’ve ever seen anything like it?”

“No, I can’t.” She grinned. “And I’m sure I would if I had. It’s not something you see every day, I shouldn’t imagine.”

“Are you repelled?” Zayd asked.

“Actually, I’m fascinated.”

“Shit, she’s definitely the mate for us,”
Vadim pheromoned.

“Down, boy!”

“Well, if you’re curious,” Zayd said aloud, “you could come give me a hand.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Atagirl!” Zayd grinned at her. “Lose the robe for starters. Clothing is surplus to requirement in this room.”

A slow, uncertain smile invaded her lips. “Evidently.”

The robe slithered slowly from her shoulders and she stood before them stark naked. Both men inhaled sharply. She was perfection, and then some.

“My tits are probably too small for you,” she said, glancing at them with uncertainty.

“They’re perfect,” Zayd said, abandoning Vadim and standing to join her. “Welcome to the party, babe.”

Vadim watched as his buddy pulled Talia into his arms, bent his head, and kissed her hard and deep. Shit, she had the longest, slimmest legs, and the cutest butt he’d ever seen on a woman. Why, oh why was she sent here if they couldn’t have her? It was the cruelest irony—a living nightmare.

Zayd’s hands drifted to her butt as he prolonged the kiss and pulled her against his erection. She made cute little needy moans, even while she was still being kissed.

“You wanna play dress up?” Zayd asked her when he broke the kiss.

“Er, yes, I guess.”

Zayd tweaked a nipple and then delved into his drawer full of tricks and held up a leather bra that didn’t have any cups.

“I think this’ll be perfect for you,” he said.

“What does it do?”

“You’ll see.”

He fitted it onto Talia and stood back to admire his handiwork, sharing a smug grin with Vadim. The bra pushed her tits high and closer together. Vadim could see that her large, dark nipples were rock hard. She was standing close enough for him to also see that juices were trickling down her inner thighs.

“Vadim enjoys being spanked,” Zayd explained.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Yeah,” Vadim answered. “But not for long. The tingling pain turns to pleasure very quickly once you get attuned to it. We’ll teach you how, if you’d like.”

“Vadim!”

Zayd held up a warning hand, reminding Vadim that he was getting ahead of himself. He was right, of course. Over the past few hours their roles seemed to have been reversed. Vadim was the cautious one—careful and suspicious of everything—while Zayd liked to take risks. Vadim glanced at Talia in her leather bra and his cock throbbed, a painful reminder of just how badly he needed a woman.

This woman.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but it was too late to turn back.

“I’m gonna carry on spanking Vadim, honey,” Zayd said. “Why don’t you slip sideways beneath him and suck his cock at the same time?”

“How can you be sure I won’t try to bite him?” she asked with a devilish smile.

Zayd laughed. “He’d enjoy that.”

Talia’s eyes were alight with anticipation as she slid sideways beneath his body and tickled his harnessed balls with her tongue. Her touch was featherlight but still sufficient to set his body on fire. Matters improved when Zayd slapped his butt with unexpected force, at the same time yanking back on the collar, trapping the breath in his windpipe and leaving him gasping.

“Shit, that feels good!”

“Glad to be of service, lover,” Zayd said, repeating the process.

Rather than attacking his cock, Talia’s tongue lingered on one of Vadim’s heavy balls, sucking with firm lips, tugging at the hairs on it with sharp teeth, licking the crevice where it joined his body until his cock felt ready to explode.

“Our guest knows what she’s doing,” he said in a throaty drawl, barely able to get enough air into his lungs to speak.

“She loves playing with us, don’t you, sugar?”

Zayd reached across to Talia and tapped her butt. Vadim enjoyed being shackled, but right now he’d give a lot to have the use of his hands back. Her tits dangling out of that damned bra were just asking to be sucked. They’d get theirs later, he decided. Right now these two were giving him the ride of his life and Vadim intended to let go for once and enjoy every second of it.

“I need you to fuck me, lover,” he said urgently. “And I need you to suck my cock, babe.”

“Demanding, ain’t he?” Zayd said, laughing as he squirted lube over Vadim’s butt and worked it in. “Best do as he asks, darlin’, before he pulls rank.”

Talia dutifully sucked his cock all the way to the back of her throat, that damned tongue of hers homing right in on the frenulum nerve bundle on its underside.

“Shit!” he said on a long groan, thrusting himself harder into her mouth. “Keep that up, sweetheart, and it’ll all be over in no time flat.”

“Hey, don’t start without me.”

Vadim felt the tip of Zayd’s huge cock slipping into his anus. He pushed back to welcome it, but Talia moved with him, still holding his prick captive between her sweet lips. Zayd grabbed the strap attached to Vadim’s collar and yanked back on it as he thrust himself all the way home, hitting Vadim’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy, restricting his breathing with equal expertise. Vadim’s windpipe was almost completely choked, taking him to that higher plane he thought of as “little death.”

Vadim floated outside of himself, in the zone, on a high like he’d never known before. Zayd continued to work his ass, his heavy balls crashing against Vadim’s buttocks with each thrust. He paused every so often, forcing Vadim to beg him to carry on.

“I love it when you beg me for it, big boy,” Zayd said, laughing as he went right back to work.

Talia sucked his swollen cock deeper than Vadim would have thought possible without choking herself. She’d turned onto her back and was using both hands to rub his balls against her solid nipples. He glanced sideways at her face protruding from beneath his body. Her eyes were open, glazed with passion. They locked with his and more of those desperate little mews slipped past her lips. She was so damned hot, probably rubbing her thighs together to make herself come. It was such a damned waste. Never had a woman been more ready to be fucked senseless.

But Vadim simply couldn’t take the risk.

“Not quite so in control now, are we,” she said with a teasing smile.

“Witch!”

Zayd laughed and, presumably sensing Vadim’s escalating need, thrust even deeper. As he did so he slapped Vadim’s buttocks and tugged on the collar.

“Come for me, lover.” Zayd sounded breathless and close to release himself. “I’m fucking you about as hard as I can, and Talia’s swallowing your huge cock. We can’t give you anything more so come for us both now.”

Vadim wanted to hold back, just to make Zayd wait, but it was impossible. Talia’s skilled tongue made sure of that. His balls pulled tighter as he strained to hold back the explosion that loomed, his cock filled, and her hot breath against the dampness of his skin pushed him into sensory overload. He screwed his eyes shut tight and screamed at them both.

“Fuck, here it comes!”

Zayd took his cue and slammed himself into Vadim’s ass, slapping it hard and tugging on the collar again, urging him to let go. Groaning and pulsating, he shot his load deep into Talia’s throat, sensing her struggling to keep up with the flow. At the same time Zayd released into Vadim’s anus.

“Shit, that feels fucking unbelievable,” he said, leaning forward to bite Vadim’s shoulder as he rode the wave.

Vadim rolled sideways when he finally stopped pulsating and lay flat on his back, laughing, breathing hard. Zayd released his wrists and joined him. Talia looked uncertain what to do, so Vadim snaked out an arm and pulled her into the middle of them.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, kissing her brow.

“My pleasure.” She grinned. “Do you guys always get that intense when you fuck?”

“Always,” Zayd said. “You should have seen what Vadim did to me this morning.”

“Tell me.”

Zayd explained about the ass balloon and Vadim sliding right on in along with it.

“Didn’t that hurt?”

“We live for that sort of pain.”

“What made you come and join us?” Vadim asked, sliding an arm round her shoulders and pulling her against his chest. “Not that we mind, of course. I was just curious.”

* * * *

Talia wasn’t sure how to answer Vadim’s question. After what they’d just done, it seemed a bit silly to say she’d been afraid. Anyway, the moment she walked into this room all fear had left her and she could hardly remember now why she’d been so agitated.