Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Found one. It’s charging now.”

No one said anything, but expectancy hovered in the air between them like a bothersome celestial watchdog. Both men fastened their gazes on her face. She glanced down and noticed that impressive erections were testing the strength of their zippers. If she said
no
they would respect her decision. But Fabia absolutely didn’t want to say no. She needed to find solace in their arms and put the debilitating pain of the loss she’d been living with for six months behind her for a brief time.

“What shall we do while we wait?” she asked, nipping her lower lip between her teeth. “Any suggestions, boys?”

“Plenty.” Peyton stood directly in front of her and looked her squarely in the eye. “But you’re gonna have to submit to us, Fabia. You up for that?”

“Absolutely.” She lowered her eyes, trying to ignore the fire that had ignited her pussy. “I wish to please you both.”

“Oh, I think it’s safe to say that you’ll achieve that ambition,” Peyton said with another heated smile that spread the fire to her nipples.

“Come on!”

Clyde grabbed one of her hands, Peyton the other, and they propelled her toward the playroom. Fabia stepped inside and gasped. It was lit with dim up lights, similar to the ones on the terrace, creating swirling shadows that made it appear dangerous, mysterious, and enticing all at the same time. What was it about dangerous situations that so compelled her? The answer was flanking her—still holding her hands. One wore an expression that was expectant. The other appeared gratified by her reaction. Both had bodies and cocks that made her weak at the knees with anticipation.

But that wasn’t what caught Fabia’s immediate attention. It was the overwhelming perfume of fresh jasmine that stole her breath away. Freshly cut sprigs were spread everywhere—over the bed, in jars beside it, even on the floor. Clyde must have done this while she’d been in the helicopter with Peyton. That he’d gone to so much trouble to give her pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

She smiled her appreciation at Clyde and then lowered her eyes again, waiting to be told what to do. Both men sat themselves down on a settee, still fully clothed. She stood in front of them, hot, wet, and desperate to get it on. She knew better than to say so—not because they might punish her if she did, but because they might not.

“Take your clothes off, Fabia,” Peyton said.

“Strip for us, baby,” Clyde added. “Give us a show.”

She did as they asked. Slowly. One garment at a time. She wasn’t wearing much but managed to spin out the removal of what she did have on for so long that she noticed a marked increase in the bulges in their pants. Good! She wanted all they had to offer and, subservient or not, wasn’t about to settle for half measures.

Down to her pale blue bra and thong, she turned her back on them and wiggled her ass in their faces. The gesture produced identical agonized groans.

“You guys sound like you’re in physical pain.”

“Did anyone give you permission to speak?” Peyton asked.

“Sorry, Master.”

With her back still to them, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She covered her tits with her hands, and when she turned to face them, her rock-hard nipples protruded between the thumbs and forefingers of the hands that pinched them. With her palms, she pushed the firm flesh of each breast toward its mate until her nipples almost touched.

“Christ!” Clyde spoke the one word on a fractured breath.

“She seems to have forgotten who’s in charge here.” Peyton stood up. “Stop that and drop your hands to your sides, Fabia. Do it now.”

She did as he asked, eyes downcast.

“You have to be punished for literally taking matters into your own hands.”

“Yes, sir. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

She watched him, excitement mounting as he sat on the edge of the water bed. It shifted beneath his weight with a gentle whooshing sound and then settled into place again.

“Come here.”

She approached and stood before him, hands folded contritely across her pussy.

“Get me a light whip, Clyde.”

A whip?

Fabia had imagined he’d go gently and use his hand or a paddle. She wondered how he knew she adored being whipped.

“Lean over my legs, Fabia,” he said when Clyde supplied him with a long-lashed whip that made her bubble over with excitement. “Will you let me punish you?”

“Yes, Master. I deserve it.”

He chuckled. “You want it, more like.” Once she’d settled over his strong thighs, still wearing her thong, he pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “Any time you need me to stop, just say the word, babe. I want to punish you, but I don’t wanna do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She nodded, and he brought the whip down across her buttocks. It stung but not nearly enough. He must be using a flogger with soft, wide leather strips. The sensation it left in its wake felt more like a massage than a whipping. She really needed to feel this but didn’t dare say so. She heard the whip crack through the air for a second time and lifted her butt to meet it, increasing the impact.

She heard Clyde chuckle and groan simultaneously.

“Greedy little madam, ain’t she?”

Peyton was still fully clothed, but she could feel his erection pushing into her midriff. It seemed to grow a little larger each time he brought the whip down, which was just fine by her. He thrashed her for a third time and then ripped her thong off. Without the thin barrier to trap them, her juices trickled down her leg.

“Tut, tut.” She sensed Peyton shaking his head. “No self-control.”

“I’m hot for you, Master.”

“So I see.”

She was disappointed when he threw the whip aside, but that disappointment transmuted to anticipation when she felt lube being squirted over the crack in her ass. A slick finger inserted itself into her anus, and Fabia let out a squeal of pleasure. At last, it seemed one of them was going to fuck her ass.

“You like that?” he asked, inserting a second finger.

“Hmm, I love it.” She pushed back against his fingers and earned a sharp slap on the buttocks for her trouble.

“You should see how you look from where I’m sitting.” His voice was a deep, throaty growl. “You have the most adorable ass, and I intend to fuck it until you can’t take it a moment longer.”

He’d better have a lot of stamina, then.

“If that would please you.”

“You please me, babe.” His lips roved down her spine until his tongue reached the top of her buttocks and licked them. “I can’t remember ever wanting anyone quite as bad as I want you.” He removed his fingers from her ass. “I’m damned big. Don’t wanna hurt you, so we need to get you dilated.”

She knew what he intended to do and pushed back to welcome the plug that he slid into her butt.

“Does it vibrate?”

“Hell, no. This one will go all the way in, and the oil inside it will warm up from your body heat. Ever had one of those before?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know what you’ve missed.”

“Then teach me.”

He righted her on his lap and bruised her lips with the power of his kiss. His hands found her tits and pummelled them hard. Her nipples were so sensitive that if he pinched them much harder she’d probably come where she was, just riding his erection through his pants. More liquid slipped from her pussy as she contemplated doing just that. Once again reading her thoughts—was this guy some sort of psychic?—Peyton broke the kiss and slapped her thigh.

“Naughty!”

“Sorry.”

“Lay down on the bed.” As soon as she did so, he grabbed her arms and cuffed them to the headboard with fluffy restraints. “Spread your legs wide, babe.”

Fabia didn’t dare to object, even though she thought he planned to fuck her ass and desperately wanted him to. When she realized what he intended to do instead, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out with jubilation.

“You like having your cunt whipped, don’t you, babe?”

“How did you know?”

Peyton voice resonated with earthy vibrancy. “Lucky guess.”

He brought the whip down directly over her sex. Pleasure and pain rioted inside her head as she writhed against the thongs. She was frantic now, not sure how much more of this torture she could take without finding release. Peyton appeared intuitive to her needs. Instead of whipping her again, he parted her folds and slid the leather thong between them, brushing it against her clit.

“Oh geez! If you do that again I’m gonna—”

“You are
not
to come, Fabia,” Peyton said sternly. “I absolutely forbid it.”

“Then don’t keep tormenting me.”

But he did. He pulled the thong back and forth even faster. The plug in her butt was now scorching hot, driving her wild. Her tits were so sensitive, the nipples so solid in the cool of the air-conditioned room, that there was no way on earth she could have stopped herself from going after what she needed. He bent his head, still pulling the whip through her pussy as he took a nipple in his mouth and bit gently down on it.

He’d gone too far. Fabia screamed, bucking against the whip as her body fragmented. It was the most glorious, most deeply intense orgasm she could ever recall. How could that be when, apart from the butt plug, she wasn’t even being penetrated?

“I warned you not to torment me,” she said when the tingling exhilaration finally stopped streaking through her.

“Sit up against the headboard and keep your legs spread wide.”

Fabia sat in the way he’d told her to, arms still cuffed above her head, waiting impatiently to see what came next. A vibrator. He slid it into her pussy, rammed it all the way home, and switched it on at a low speed. He then removed himself from the bed and shed his clothes. Clyde, she noticed, was still fully clothed, but he’d unzipped, and his gaze was fastened on her as he fisted his erection.

“That better, babe?” Peyton asked. “You’ve got a plug up your butt and a huge dick up your cunt. I know you’re greedy, but surely that must relieve your itch?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I want your cock. Both of your cocks.”

The guys exchanged a glance. “Do you now? Where do you want them, Fabia?”

“Deep inside me, instead of these damned toys.”

“You don’t like our toys?”

“I love them.” The vibrator had slipped a little, and she wiggled about until she managed to force it all the way back inside her.

Clyde chuckled. “I guess she does.” He stood up and undressed, shrugging broad shoulders to rid himself of his shirt. “Who am I to deny a lady?”

“She needs to be punished a little more yet, I think.”

“True. What do you have in mind?”

“I think I have just the thing.”

Fabia watched Peyton rummage in a drawer. He returned to the bed and ran a hand tenderly down the side of her thigh. She couldn’t see what he’d brought with him, but the gentleness of his hand, in variance to the earlier thrashing he’d administered, was so sensual that she simply didn’t care. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to pleasure as Clyde, now on her opposite side, dropped his mouth to one of her nipples and sucked. Hard. He slapped her thigh as he did so while Peyton continued to caress its twin and run a delicate finger over her opposite nipple. His touch was so light that at first she thought she’d imagined it.

Then everything went dark. Peyton had withdrawn his hands and put a mask over her eyes. Clyde stopped what he was doing, and she felt something being fastened round her middle.

“It’s a rubber corset,” Peyton’s voice explained. “It will make it harder for you to breathe and increase your perceptions.”

“In other words, your orgasm will be even more intense,” Clyde explained. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes.” She could hear the excitement in her own voice as they fitted the devise beneath her breasts and tightened it round her waist.

“Okay, say the word if it gets too much.”

“It won’t.” She panted the words, juices slipping past the vibrator and trickling down her thighs.

“It pushes her tits up and makes them look fucking enormous,” Peyton said, pride and admiration in his voice.

There was movement on the bed. Then hands grasped her waist. “Straddle me, Fabia,” Clyde said, pulling the vibrator out of her cunt.

“Gladly.”

She allowed him to guide her into position and felt the head of his penis pushing against her entrance. She grasped the slats of the headboard with her cuffed hands for extra support. She had a feeling she was going to need all the stability she could get since she had no intention of allowing them to be gentle with her. A hand, Peyton’s presumably, came down on her buttocks. She sank onto Clyde’s prick, and as it disappeared inside her, she felt the whip crack against her ass, still with the plug in it. She screamed but with pleasure rather than pain. Her head thrashed from side to side as Peyton continued to whip her, and Clyde thrust deeper into her pussy each time he drove into it.

“Like that, babe?” he asked.