Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“Magically enhanced?” Her gaze dropped to his crotch before flying back to his. “Are you nuts?”

His anger rose another notch as his control slipped. This was getting out of hand. “I assure you, all of my parts are natural. Our powers are more along the emotional lines. I’m an amplifier, and Mason is an empath. That means whatever any one of us feels, he can channel to the others. And I can make it stronger. Harder. More demanding. To a lesser degree, the reverse is true—I can channel and he can amplify the feelings, but not as strongly.”

Her mouth was slack-jawed and adorable. Griff’s irritation immediately ebbed, and he held out his hand. “Trust us, Emma. All you have to do is take my hand and discover who you really are.”

She hesitated only a bare second, and he knew she’d made her decision long ago. Probably the moment she hung up the phone. All the questions and discussion were merely vehicles to ease her conscience.

She took his hand, and a small gasp escaped her. Griff found himself hard-pressed not to emit one as well. Erotic heat and knowing flowed between them.

Mason whistled low and placed his hand on theirs. The intensity tripled.

Emma swayed. “Oh my God.”

“Before we begin, Miss Haskins, scan our driver’s licenses and send them to Joel so he can check us out.”

“You’d give me that information?”

“Of course,” Griff said. “It’s all about safety. Tonight will just be discussion, but tomorrow we will begin to explore and expand your boundaries. Let him know. His job as your safety will be to check in on you at random times, unknown to us.”

Her eyes were wide, but she nodded. “All right, gentlemen, Joel told me to be honest, and since I’m obviously crazy and trusting you and this story, I’m going to be one-hundred-percent straight up with you.” She cleared her throat. “But I think I’ll have some wine first.”

Griffin smiled. “An excellent suggestion.”

Having sent the information to Joel, Emma made a beeline for the kitchen. A fine tremor wracked her hands as she reached for the good crystal glasses. It seemed appropriate to offer her unexpected guests boxed wine in fancy glasses.

She bit her lip, trying to stem the tide of incredulity washing over her. She replayed their conversation, saw the ridiculousness of it all, the dangers in trusting these two strangers. But it was
because
they were strangers she felt oddly comfortable confiding all her deepest, darkest secrets.

Emma cast a surreptitious glance behind her, taking in the masculine beauty lounging in her living room.

Yeah, they’d roused more than just her curiosity. They whetted her sexual appetite, as well. Both men were tall, with striking features and an easy, comforting way about them. Griff sported dark hair and Mason a more honey-blond mane.

She turned the spigot off as she filled the last glass and cupped her hands. The tingle from when they’d touched her remained, strong and pulsing.

What in the world was that about?
She rubbed her fingers together, wondered what it meant. Was it part of their magic abilities?

Magic. Holy fuck.
She had called bullshit when he said it. Then they touched her, and all that snarky certainty flew out the proverbial window.

Emma carried the drinks to the living room and regained her seat, sipping the piquant merlot. They thanked her politely and remained silent, both men watching her with hooded,
knowing
eyes. As if they could see straight to the very core of her sexual being.

She tipped her head and studied them back. Could they do that?

“That’s an interesting look, Emma,” Mason said. “What are you thinking?”

She set her glass on the coffee table and barreled ahead.
Why the hell not?
It seemed like as good a motto right now as anything. “If you’re all magic and stuff, couldn’t you just, you know, do something magicky and figure me out for yourselves?”

Mason chuckled, head shaking. “No, we don’t read minds.”

Damn.
She chewed on her thumbnail, shyness rising fast.

“So, what next?” she asked in a breathless rush.

Griffin smiled. “First we learn about you and your desires. Your likes and dislikes. What it is you’re searching for.”

She chewed faster. “That’s the problem. I don’t truly know.”

Mason shifted, leaned forward, and gave her a hypnotizing blue-eyed stare. “Let’s start with the biggies then. Blood, bodily fluids, permanent marking, breath play. How do you feel about those?”

* * * *

She pulled a face of disgust. “No!”

“What do you object to in those areas?” Griffin asked.

She hesitated. “I was going to say the obvious, but since you brought them up, I assume some people like that.”

“Yes. BDSM is what you and your partner make it. There are limits and boundaries for all participants. Safe, sane, and consensual. For the record, we do not delve into those areas, either.”

“Good.” She rubbed her hands together, drank some more wine, and waited.

“You’ve been very active on the internet,” Mason commented. “What has attracted your interest the most?”

“A lot.”

Mason rose and sat on the chair next to her. “How about we take a look at your computer?”

Her eyes widened. “For what?”

Mason slid a finger along her jawline. She shivered into his touch, and he smiled. He hadn’t even been using any of his powers. This one was perhaps more ripe than they’d even been told.

“We want to see what sort of sites you’ve been perusing.”

She blushed deep and rosy. “Wasn’t that in your dossier?”

“Nope.” He shoved his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, purposefully stretching the material over his hardening dick. Her eyes fastened on his crotch.

“Okay,” she whispered in agreement.

“Great. Lead the way.”

“It’s in the guest bedroom,” she said over her shoulder and headed from the room.

As they followed her, Mason eyed the sweet curve of her hips and ass. Damn, he wanted to get her naked.

She flipped on the light. The room was dominated by a queen bed with padded leather headboard. A sumptuous red and gold swirl-patterned comforter looked lush and inviting. Much like the woman herself.

A pair of dark-brown nightstands flanked the bed, each adorned with a simple teardrop iron lamp. A flat panel television hung on the opposite wall, sleek and dark and looking just a bit out of place. A low-slung chest of drawers sat in front of the window, and a long desk in the same brown wood was fitted along the opposite wall. It held the computer, a stack of in-boxes, and a cup holder filled with brightly colored pens. On the wall was a corkboard tacked with more photographs.

She sat down and booted up the computer. He pulled up a small stool and settled next to her as he eyed the pictures.

More shots of outdoor scenes, some animals, a lot of her with a couple of other guys. His gut twisted momentarily.

“Who’s that?” he asked casually.

She smiled. “Joel and Ryan. Joel’s the one on the right. You can tell Ryan because he’s wearing his ‘I’m a cop, don’t mess with me’ look.”

Mason froze and slanted a look up at Griff, who shrugged. He returned his attention to Emma and exhaled. So she had a cop friend. Big deal.

The city was full of them. And what were the odds he’d ever meet the guy?

The computer blared into life, and she started. Griff chuckled. Mason sent out a feeler and picked up the steadily growing thrum of passion emanating from his friend.

He lifted a brow, and Griff returned a grin and then nodded down at Emma.

Mason eased off the power and concentrated on the little dove next to him.

Emma’s hand hovered over the mouse. A fine tremor raced through her, and her fingers clenched before she finally slapped the mouse and clicked a few times. Within seconds a window filled the screen.

FetFilms
scripted boldly across the monitor.

Mason leaned closer, attention caught. The window was filled with several smaller ones showing pictures of women and men in various sexual acts. Each time she moused over one, the picture flipped through a bondage scene.

His body responded immediately, pounding uncomfortably against his jeans.

He cleared his throat. “So, what is this site?”

Griff crowded behind her, hands now clasped at the small of his back. “And why do you like it? I’m very interested to see what excites you.”

Her head bowed, and she tucked both hands between her legs. “I don’t know if I can show you.”

“Why not?” Mason asked, pitching his voice low and soothing.

“It’s embarrassing,” she muttered.

“It’s not,” he countered. “It’s natural and fun. We’re here to help you explore yourself, Emma, remember? And if you don’t want to tell us in so many words, then why not show us?”

“Start by explaining what the site is,” Griff ordered.

She reached for the mouse again and wiggled the cursor over the title of the site,
FetFilms
. “It’s a pay-per-video site. You buy credits to watch the movies.”

“Like a virtual peep show,” Mason said.

She nodded. “On this one, all the trailers are free. They give you just enough to interest you, and then you have to pay to watch the whole thing.”

“What sort of sex acts are on here?” Mason asked.

She squirmed, her passion flared, and he reeled a bit before containing it.

“It’s mostly bondage. Lots of toys and machines and anal sex.”

Her voice hitched at that one, and Mason sat up straighter. “You like anal sex?”

She swiveled to look at them. “Maybe? Like I keep saying, I just don’t know what I like.”

Griff hunched in front of her. “I want you to show me the top three trailers you watch. Then tell us why you like to watch them. Concentrate on what excites you about the movie as you’re watching it, then explain it to us. Can you do that, pretty girl?”

She shuddered but nodded. “Yes.” Emma spun again, palmed the mouse, and clicked on the page button on the bottom of the page. And again. Three more times before she inhaled deeply and clicked a box. In the still shot, a woman was tied with rope, her legs bent at the knee and pulled wide apart. Her arms were bound and bent at the elbow. Her entire body was supported by a padded bench beneath her back, and every orifice was open and available.

Mason cupped his cock and rubbed lightly.

The trailer began and flipped rapidly—too fast to get anything other than an appreciation for the scene—from one torment to the next. The woman was bound, whipped, flogged repeatedly, ass and pussy stuffed and made to come constantly. He felt Emma’s intensity spike during one scene, though, and it intrigued him.

“Run it again. Does it have a pause feature?”

“Yes.”

“Good. When I tell you, stop the video. I want you to describe what you see and how it makes you feel,” Griff said.

Her pulse leapt, loud and hard enough for him to feel the tiny vibrations in the air between them.

Emma played the video over, and he watched her. His gaze flicked every now and again to the screen, but when he saw her lean forward, he gripped her shoulder. “Now.”

She clicked the mouse, and the woman on the screen froze, her face drawn in lines of painful ecstasy. “What do you see?” Mason demanded.

Emma swallowed loudly. “Her arms are bound behind her, and she is on her knees, face pushed into the mat beneath her. There are clamps on her tits, and a man is using a vibrator on her clit.”

She trailed off.

“What else?” Griff asked gruffly. “I don’t need Mason shoveling your excitement at me to know how you feel. What is turning you on so much?”

She swiveled her head and stared at Griff, her expression surprised. “How do you know it’s not anything I’ve already said?”

Her voice hitched a couple of times, and she wrinkled her nose in an adorable way that made Mason want to scoop her into a bear hug.

Griff’s smile was just this side of feral. “I can smell your pussy from here.”

Emma flushed a deep red, and she squirmed on the chair. “Is that part of your powers, too? Super smell?”

Mason chuckled. “Quit stalling and tell us. Now.” He must have infused enough command in his voice to get the message across because she looked at the screen then them again.

“It’s the hook,” she whispered.

Mason’s brow shot upward, and he leaned down, put a hand on her shoulder, and spun her around. Still gripping her soft skin, he pointed at the screen. “Show me.”

Griff stepped up beside her, his heat and growing lust a force strong enough that Mason had a little difficulty controlling it. Emma gasped in response.

Damn
. Mason took his hand away but remained close. “The hook, Emma.”

Her head bounced back and forth with her gaze, eyeing both of them before she spoke. “I am intensely interested in the anal hook,” she said rapidly. “Actually, anything anal intrigues me, but this”—she waved an elegant hand at the stilled screenshot—“this blows my mind.”

Griff crouched beside her and placed his big palm on her thigh. “Do you have any idea how difficult that would be for a novice?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want a huge one like these girls use. Surely there’s a beginner’s version. Right?”

Mason laughed again. “Yeah, actually there is.”

Emma’s elfin face relaxed into a happy smile. “Good.”

“Okay, anal hook. Got it. You are one brave lady,” Mason said.

“What else?” Griff asked. “Show us another one.”

In quick succession, she talked them through the remaining videos. By the end, it was all Mason could do to control his rising cock
and
Griff’s almost-savage desire. He shot him a look full of question, but got nothing in return except a surge in lust.

Griff looked at Emma with speculation. “Emma.”

* * * *

She drew in a shuddering breath. Sharing her deepest fascinations with these two sexy men had her on the verge of an orgasm.
Fuck me
hovered at the tip of her tongue, but she tamped it away. “Yes?” she murmured instead.