Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“What is that?”

“It’s just a feather.”

Just? He better not be lying.

Jack, who was probably in direct sight of her pussy, swirled two feathers across the soles of her feet, causing her toes to curl.

“You like that, don’t you, darlin’?”

He would be the kind to enjoy tickling her. “Yes.” Might as well be honest every once in a while. Though if she really wanted to speak her mind, she’d tell him to move up along her thigh and stimulate her poor, lustful pussy.

His ministrations finally did move higher, thank God, but the feather went too slow, as if it was an old leaf floating down a lazy river, twisting and turning at the whim of the wind. Sometimes Jack would drag it in a straight line and sometimes he’d move the damn thing around in circles. The tip of the feather was harder than the ever-so-light after-feather near the base of the hollow shaft. Anticipation built as he edged up along her inner thigh.

As easy as it was to get lost in the building thrill, Trace seemed to be doing his damnedest to draw her attention to what he was doing. Instead of the tip of the feather, he would use the hard, rounded shaft to poke, prod, and draw circles around the tip of her hardened nipples.

Her back arched for more contact.

“Sugar, if there’s something you want us to do, just tell us. Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you smell her? Is she ready yet?”

Even she could smell her sex perfuming the air. They had to know she was ripe for a climax. Jack had been right about her being wet. Despite the overwhelming evidence she was turned on, she wouldn’t say it out loud. Giving them control would defeat her need for revenge. Maybe revenge wasn’t the right word, but she wanted to show them how wrong they’d been to ignore her all those years ago.

Her thoughts were so uncool
. Grow up.

Maybe she was being childish, and she wanted to prove something to someone, but with the way they were treating her now, it was hard to stay mad.

Jack’s feather returned to her wet opening, and an electric jolt shot through her veins. Oh, God. He must have known how she was affected since he had the nerve to tap her clit with the hard end. She moaned. Damn him.

“Finally, darlin’. I was beginning to think you were frigid.”

Her fists clenched. “I am not frigid.” Dave thought she was, but that was because he sucked in bed.

“I’m not so sure. You don’t seem overly eager to have us.”

What did that mean? “You know I can’t have sex with you or you with me.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“What does that mean?”

“Sugar, we’re going to show you instead of tell you.”

Her defense mechanisms shot to high gear. “I can take whatever you have to offer.”

Trace chuckled. He was so close his breath caressed her right nipple. Goose chills rose, and her pussy cramped. God, what these men were doing to her wasn’t fair. It was high school all over again. Now she’d never be able to rid them from her dreams.

Jake must have seen her mouth firm up because he did a double assault on her clit by using two hard, hollow shafts. Back and forth, he rubbed and rubbed until her breaths increased.

“Trace, I think she’s ready. She’s spewing juices.”

“All right then. You know what to do.”

He did? Her body tensed, waiting for the next wave of passion to take hold. Something large and hard nudged her opening.

“What are you doing?” She liked it, wanted it, but how unfair would it be if they broke the rules?

“It’s not me, darlin’. It’s not nearly as big, nor as flexible, but it’ll have to do in a pinch.”

Did he have a dildo? She’d never used any kind of sex toy before, even though she often was desperate for the stimulation. There was something about her being the manipulator of the toy that took away from the sensual pleasure.

Jake pressed it further into her. “Wait,” she cried out.

The motion stopped. “Did I hurt you?” His concern tugged at her heart.

“No. It’s too big. I don’t think it will fit.”

“Too big? Darlin’, you ain’t seen nothing yet. We need to stretch you. I knew you were tight, and so sweet, so virginal.”

There was that damned word again. Dave never commented on her being tight. Maybe her two ex-football players were unusually large. Yikes.

Jack twirled the fake cock around until he worked it all the way into her. Her walls stretched, and she couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

“That’s right, darlin’, let the climax come.”

No. She couldn’t climax in front of them. They’d laugh.

Trace increased the speed of his movements, brushing each of her nipples in a frantic motion, as if the speed would hasten her excitement.

“Darlin’, we are at our wits’ end over what to do with you. Now just relax.”

That command was impossible to obey. Something smooth, slick, and hard nudged her bottom. Confusion assaulted her.

“Lift up your sweet ass so Jack can do you right.”

Alarms went off in her head. “Jack, what are you going to do?”

“Not me, exactly, though I wish it were me. Do what Trace said and lift up. You’ll like it, I promise.”

She already loved the dildo in her pussy. How much more could she handle? She understood what they had planned, but she trusted Jack.

Lifting her hips, she tried to relax the best she could. One of them slipped a pillow under her hips.

“This is to make you more comfortable. Now give me a sec while I lube up this silver plug for you.”

Having no idea of its size, she automatically tensed.

“Sugar, if you don’t relax, it might not feel good.”

She forced out a breath and unclenched her butt cheeks. Jack touched her tight hole and pressed in a little.

He pulled the fake cock out almost all of the way before pushing it in again. The dildo glided in easier this time. He made short, hard pumps as the toy pushed far against her womb wall. She bent her knees, trying to take in more of him, but he took that opportunity to ease in the metal object, which sent her off in a new direction.

Having both objects inside her at once overwhelmed her. “I’m too full.”

“I know. It takes a bit to get used to it, but love it, darlin’. Embrace it and let go,” Jack crooned.

Jack pushed and pulled until she was completely embedded with the toys. Never had she experienced anything so carnal in her life. Gone was the idea of pretending she wasn’t affected. No one could resist this double assault.

As if not to be outdone, Trace turned the feathers on their ends and pressed the hard shaft against her nipples. The sensation took her over the edge as her bundle of nerves exploded along every inch of her body. The pounding on one end and hot breaths and pressure on the other did her in.

Finally, she broke and screamed as the orgasm took over her body. The men didn’t stop until her body went limp. She lay there, catching her breath. They eased out both objects, untied her arms and legs, and slipped off the blindfold.

Bereft from the eviction, Diana tried to sort through what just happened. She didn’t want to open her eyes to see their
I told you we could do it
smiles.

“Did you have to stop completely?” Okay, she’d been reduced to begging them.

“We’ll be happy to bring you down slower in the future, sugar.”

Both men dragged the soft barbs of the feather over her stomach and along the inside of her thighs.

She eventually opened her eyes.

Instead of grins, the men were solemn.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, sugar. We were worried about you, that’s all. We kind of feel sorry that it took you so long to give in.”

“Yeah, well, that sometimes happens.” At least they hadn’t gloated. “I think I need a shower.” She’d say anything to get away from their teasing.

“We’ll wash you.”

Her mind spun. “How? You can’t touch me.” Even if they watched, they’d find a way to tempt her.

“For starters, we can watch you touch yourself. We’ll get almost as much enjoyment seeing as touching you. Do you think you can get a rise out of us?”

What a great idea. She smiled. “Is that a challenge?”

“Absolutely. You know we’ll be harder than a steel girder, but can you make us break?”

She refused to ask them to define breaking, but she bet she’d know it when she saw it. “No doubt about it.”

Did she sound arrogant or what? She hoped they realized her rules didn’t prevent her from touching them. The image of something wicked came to mind. “I need to make a quick call. Why don’t you warm up the water?”

They returned her smile with grins. Little did they know what was in store for them.

* * * *

Trace couldn’t believe his luck. His balls were so hard he thought he might embarrass himself by coming all over the tiled bathroom floor. Diana would probably win the bet, but he didn’t care.

Now all they needed was Diana.

“What’s taking her so long?” Trace asked.

The hot water had already steamed the whole room.

They could hear her humming in the bedroom, so she hadn’t ditched them, and she didn’t sound like she was afraid of being with them.

Jack shrugged. “You think we should get her?”

“Give her a minute. She’s up to something.

Standing naked, waiting for her, was not the norm, as it was their client who was usually the one without clothes, but Diana had somehow managed to tap into his better side, a side few ever saw. Even him.

The door swung open, and he exhaled. Diana was wrapped in a robe, carrying a green cloth bag.

“What you got there?” He tried to sound as if the contents didn’t matter.

“You’ll see.” She grinned, opened the bag, and pulled out a can of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

He couldn’t believe she was willing to have them make a sundae out of her body. His cock hardened even more. “Jack, we are going to have us a good time.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Diana dropped her robe and stood there gloriously in the buff. Jesus, she was one fine woman. He and Jack had worked at the spa close to a year and had never gotten this lucky before. Or had become more frustrated either. When Jack double dipped her, his cum had leaked out and almost made a mess. Watching her face transform to one of ecstasy made him harder than the steel plug in her ass.

He couldn’t wait to see what she had in mind with these goodies. Trace took the chocolate syrup from her hand and squirted it on her tits.

She jumped back. “Trace, that’s not for
me
.” She grabbed the bottle out of his hand.

“That’s what you think. I can’t wait to eat the whipped cream off your luscious tits and from that dripping wet pussy.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“Don’t be so sure.” He grinned and could see her sexy smile emerge.