Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

“How do you feel, baby?”

She smiled. “Good. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Gray chuckled and stroked the side of her face. “Glad to hear that. Now, go take care of yourself and come back to the bed. Roarke will make breakfast for you. You’re not to leave this room until you’re given permission. Do you understand?”

Roarke watched as Marley nodded without saying another word, her blue-green eyes huge as she looked from Gray to him. Gray bent to kiss her as he wondered just what his lover, their lover, was doing. He would find out as soon as they were away from her.

She climbed off the bed and went to the connected master bath. As soon as they heard the shower running Roarke turned to him. “What are you up to, Gray? Don’t push her too hard. I don’t want her scared of us.”

“I’ve discovered Marley likes being dominated. She knows she can stop it at any time. Her safe word is
caterpillar
. I never heard her say it, did you?”

Roarke shook his head and smiled. “Okay, I get she wants to play. Do you really think she’s going to stay in here all day and let us use her?”

“We’re not going to use her. We’re going to pleasure her. Thank goodness we don’t have any near neighbors. My ears are still ringing.”

“Yeah, mine, too.” He laughed. “So, what do you have planned and have you called in to work yet?”

“I’m going in for a while. I’m a big boy. I can take some ribbing about a couple of black eyes. Besides, I want to make a side trip to that new adult toy store, Totally Discreet. I have a feeling we’re going to need some things to keep her from getting bored.”

“Are there any rules for me?”

“You’re not to leave her alone in the house.”

“Not that I would, but why?”

“Because, babe, I will be handcuffing our lovely lady to the bed for the day.”

Okay, so he hadn’t expected that. Roarke’s eyes widened even as his cock stirred. He was feeling sixteen again and very horny. “Anything else I need to know?”

“Yes. You’re not to talk to her unless it’s necessary. Come in here, do what you want to her, then leave.”

Roarke’s imagination went into overdrive. As long as he didn’t have a time limit, he could work with that. “Got it.” Then he grinned again. “Don’t rush back.”

When Marley came out she was glowing from head to toe. She smiled shyly as she moved back to the bed Gray had straightened in her absence. She climbed onto it, and then kneeled in the center.

“Go make breakfast,” he told Roarke. Grabbing his hard cock with the swollen ruby head, he fisted it. “Marley has to give me a proper good-bye before I leave for work.”

Roarke waited long enough to see Marley crawl across the bed to take Gray’s rigid monster into her mouth, her lips sliding over that beautiful ruby head. He bit back a groan, wanting to watch, wanting to pleasure their dominant partner.

But today wasn’t about him, it was about what Marley wanted and needed. He yanked on his jeans then hurried down the stairs to the kitchen. The dogs ran out the back door as he opened it, relieving him of having to babysit them. It was going to be a day when he didn’t want any distractions. The huge play yard was secure and sheltered. There was water, toys, and beds.

As he finished making toast, a pot of tea, and small slice of Canadian bacon, Gray walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in his white uniform shirt, crisp blue denims, with a white, straw, Western-style hat was in his hand. The hint of soap and damp hair told Roarke he had taken a quick shower. He tossed the hat onto the counter before reaching for him. Roarke melted into the big, hard body. Though he wasn’t short at six feet tall, Gray was five inches taller and had him by forty pounds. Strong arms wrapped around him. He breathed in the scent of him and kissed his neck.

“Here are the keys to the handcuffs. There’s another set on the table beside the bed that she can get to. Have fun.” The keys were pressed into his hand. His fingers closed around them. “I probably won’t be gone more than a couple of hours. I’ve got a reason to get things taken care of quickly.”

With a soul-searing kiss and a grin, Gray was gone.

Roarke’s hands shook slightly as he placed Marley’s breakfast on a tray. He carried the covered dishes upstairs. The door was open and he guessed Gray had purposely left it like that so she could call for him if she needed something.

The look Marley gave him from between the dark strands of hair which had fallen over her face told him her freedom from the handcuffs was not something she was going to ask for anytime soon. He set the tray down on the table beside the bed, her breakfast being the last thing on his mind.

Eating toast seemed to be the farthest thing from her mind, too, as she looked him over and licked her lips. Fuck, what kind of monster had they created in such a short time? It was as if she had taken on another persona, one better suited to play the game. Feeling his cock swelling behind his zipper, Roarke grabbed the tab and pulled it down, releasing his cock. He shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them aside.

Without a word he climbed up onto the bed and between her legs. Those long, slender limbs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her hot channel without ceremony. The heat of her slick, swollen sex gripped his cock, sheathing it tightly. He fucked her hard and fast, grinding into her depths until she was panting and growling beneath him.

It was such a fucking hot sound he blew his load within the first couple of minutes, his cum spurting strongly into her body as a keening cry left her lips and her body arched beneath his.

Going with the sex slave theme, he left her body sprawled wantonly on the bed and left the room without a word. Since only one hand was cuffed she would be able to get to the tray with her food on it. If she needed anything else she would have to call for it.

It was difficult to concentrate on what he had to do, but Roarke focused on his normal routine for his day off, washing clothes and cleaning, until he felt it was time to take a break. He undressed and went up to the master bedroom, his cock leading the way. Their wild little vixen had eaten everything on the tray. Blue-green eyes fixed on him again as he entered. She ran the tip of her tongue over lips, and then curled it provocatively over her upper lip, before withdrawing it and biting her lower lip in a purposely innocent and uncertain action.

Oh, fuck, was she born to play games! He wanted to be her sheik, the man who mastered her, but was so much her willing slave. He would see about getting a headdress and a flowing silk robe of some kind. Maybe Gray could be a marauding desert bandit and could capture them both. Shuddering, he felt his cock weeping pre-cum.

Remembering that he was to be the dominant one, he walked around the bed slowly, looking her over, making her turn to watch his every move. His gaze raked over her full breasts, the rigid dark peaks, down over the flat stomach, to the blue butterfly permanently tattooed onto the small mound of her naked pussy, to the slender legs which seemed to go on forever.

A smile curved his mouth and he left the room a moment, only to return quickly with the belts from his and Gray’s robes. Without a word to her he yanked her legs apart, and then tied them off to the posts. Her free hand was also tied to the headboard. She was completely vulnerable now. His gaze went to her eyes and he saw the fire in them.

Marley wanted this.

She wanted him.

Her hot gaze went to his cock and she licked her lips again. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to give her what she so obviously wanted. It nearly killed him. He wanted to plunge his cock into her mouth, between those soft lips, thrusting until he came.

But he had another purpose at the moment. Climbing up onto the high bed he covered her body with his again. She was completely helpless beneath him. Sheathing his cock in her dripping pussy, he fucked her as hard and as fast as he had before. Though it took him some time to climax, when he finally did so he left her there, panting, without relief of her own.

Going back downstairs he checked on the dogs, saw that they were perfectly content with their lot in life, and went to make chicken salad with breasts he had grilled the day before. Running the vacuum in the living room and sweeping the front porch with a corn broom helped keep his mind off the woman upstairs. It helped, but not much.

As he opened a cupboard something caught his eye. He smiled and reached for it, then went upstairs. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Marley was waiting for him again, wilder this time, straining at the bindings he had left on her. A low growl erupted from her throat and she hissed. Fuck, he wanted to lose his load again. He checked the knots he had made. As he had intended, they hadn’t tightened. Nor had they rubbed her. Obviously fighting the restraints was part of her game.

“What will my wild little butterfly do for this?” he purred softly, holding up a small square of dark chocolate. He saw her eyes widen, and then the lashes drop in a sultry tease. The tongue came back out. “Name it. Tell me what you will do for this.”

“I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

Just when Roarke didn’t think this game could get any better, he discovered how wrong he was to even try to think.

When he hesitated, she added in a soft, tempting voice, “I’ve never done it before. No man has ever put his cock in my ass.” Her gaze roamed over him, settling on the chocolate. “Do you ever get to fuck Grayson? Do you get to sink your hard cock into his tight ass?”

He did, but it was rare. Though they enjoyed it when it did happen, he normally preferred to bottom. But for him to top their woman, to be the first to fuck her beautiful virgin asshole, would send him flying. More pre-cum dribbled from the slit in the head of his cock and she licked her lips as she stared at it with hot eyes.

Roarke didn’t answer her question. Let her wonder. It was obvious her mind was going to a lot of new places.

It didn’t take long to untie her ankles. He untied one wrist long enough to turn her over onto her stomach, and then he retied it.

Roarke almost swallowed his tongue as he admired the most perfect female ass he had ever seen. It was perfectly formed, twin mounds of rounded feminine flesh, with a butterfly flying across one
hip
.

“I’ll have to get you ready. Get on your knees,” he ordered in as commanding a voice as he could manage. His hands were shaking again as he unwrapped a piece of the dark chocolate and fed it between her lips. A low moan of pleasure told him how much she loved the taste. The woman really knew how to get him revved up. “You won’t move unless I tell you to do so.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so many erections in one day. It was likely in the days before Gray had finally decided to claim him. As a teenager he had been in a state of perpetual horniness. Going into the bathroom he wet a cloth with warm water then got the lube and condoms from the cupboard. When he returned he cleaned her gently between the legs then tossed the cloth away toward the general direction of the bathroom.

As he stared down at the pink rosette of her virgin asshole, Roarke savored the thought he would be the first to take her there. And it was only fair. Gray had gotten to fuck her beautiful pussy first and had gotten the first blow job from her.

After rolling on a condom he opened the lube and covered his fingers. Marley tensed against the chill of the gel for a moment, and then relaxed. He rimmed the pink flower, pushing with his thumb, until she was pushing back, silently asking for more. The tip of his finger pushed into the ring of muscles. He worked them gently. This had to be perfect for her. He didn’t want her to regret this absolute freedom she had given them over her and her body.

Looking at the whole woman, not just focusing on what his fingers were doing to her, he saw the flush across her satiny golden skin. She was as relaxed as she possibly could be, probably more than he was at that moment. He watched her breathe, watched her body undulate slightly as she moved against his fingers as they began stretching her.

The woman was fucking perfect, her body made to be loved in so many different ways.

Roarke returned his gaze to his fingers, watching as they stretched her lovely asshole, preparing it for his cock.

* * * *

Marley trembled as strong fingers worked in and out of her asshole. Her skin felt hot, stretched over her body, as she tried to control her breathing. She was ready to go off like a bottle rocket and wished Roarke would stop being so darn considerate. She had to bite her lip to keep from begging him. She had already broken her promise to Grayson once by talking to Roarke, but she hadn’t been able to think of a way to invite him to take her ass without saying the words. The next time she would be better prepared. A smile curved her mouth as she knew exactly how she would invite either man to fuck her ass from now on. She could be a dirty girl.

There was a need in her she couldn’t explain. It was a complex, multifaceted thing she didn’t recognize. A part of it was that she did enjoy the game. Chocolate lingered on her tongue, making her smile. Another part was both puzzled and thrilled by her willingness, her desire, to be dominated by the two men.

Bottom line, it wasn’t just fun and exciting, it felt good.

Oh, fuck! Marley bit her lower lip and held her breath as something much thicker than the three fingers he’d had in her ass was introduced to the guarding ring of muscles. There was some pain, and more than a little burn, but it passed after a few moments. Panting, she forced herself to relax as she pushed back.