Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

Remy frowned. “Are the other two of you going to be unhappy if I don’t pick what you ordered?”

“Nah.” Knox handed Remy her tea and carried Drake’s coffee cup over to him. “We just did this as a friendly competition. Winner gets a prize.”

“What’s the prize?”

“Now we wouldn’t want to spoil that before Joss gets back, would we?” Drake took a sip of hot coffee, his gaze lingering on Remy as he set the cup down on the table beside him. “Come here, love. You said good morning to Knox, but not to me.”

Remy’s heart did a little flip at the dark way he said the words, and she walked over to where he sat, standing between his spread knees. Drake reached out and took her teacup, setting it down beside his mug. He patted his lap invitingly, raising an eyebrow when she hesitated.

Remy looked over at Knox, unsure if it would be okay for her to sit on Drake’s lap in front of him.

“Problem?” Drake’s eyebrow had risen even higher.

“Um, this is kind of new.” Remy stumbled, trying to find the right words. “Is it okay for me to...” She blushed, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

Knox set his own mug down and walked up behind Remy, stroking his big hands across the tops of her shoulders. He directed his words at Drake. “She wants to know if we’re going to get jealous of one another. Right, sweetheart?”

Remy bit her lip and nodded, a little nervous at the frown that crossed Drake’s face.

Knox continued to stroke her shoulders hypnotically, and her head lolled to one side as he nuzzled into the side of her neck, lighting a trail of fire with the sucking kisses and little nibbles he placed there.

“No, baby, we don’t get jealous.” Knox’s voice sounded directly into her ear, punctuated by little love bites. “We’ll have you together and separately, and we get that you belong to all of us. No worries there.” With a last nibble on her sensitive earlobe, Knox lifted his head from her neck and pressed down on her shoulders, gently forcing her onto Drake’s lap.

Remy shivered as she sank down into Drake’s hardness. Although he wrapped an arm around her, the expression in his eyes was still fierce.

“Mind you…” Knox paused, tipping Remy’s chin up to look at him again. “I don’t like that you thought that in the first place. I think you should be punished for thinking so badly of us.”

So fast the room spun, Remy felt herself flipped over on Drake’s lap. She was briefly winded as her stomach came into contact with Drake’s hard thighs, and she wriggled forward so she could press her hands against the floor to lever herself back up.

“Punished?!” she squealed, trying in vain to right herself.

“Punished,” Drake confirmed. Remy felt air on her bottom as the skirt of her dress was flipped up above her waist, and she heard Drake groan when he got a glimpse of the thong she wore. He tore the silky scrap of fabric right off her body, baring her warm pussy to the cool air and causing her breath to hitch at the naughty sensation of being over Drake’s knee with her pussy and ass on display.

“I’ve already had the pleasure once.” Drake rubbed the sensitive skin of her ass, occasionally dipping lower so his fingers could play softly with her folds. “You want to do the honors, man?”

Remy moaned, unable to stop her hips from rotating. Now that she knew what was coming, her cunt clenched frantically, and she had to stop herself from begging Drake to put his big fingers into her hole.

“With pleasure. I think ten should be about right.” Knox cracked his hand down on Remy’s tender cheeks, walloping her soft flesh with slaps that had her body jerking with every blow. He spaced the swats over every available inch of ass, rubbing the heat into her leisurely before delivering the next spank.

Remy moaned uncontrollably now, her ass lifting into every blow. The initial pain of each slap blended with the slow burn consuming her pussy, sending little electric shocks racing up into her tight channel. She clenched frantically, the only thing between her and climax the emptiness of her sodden cunt.

“That’s five.” Knox’s voice was hoarse. “I think she deserves something special for the last five. After all, she didn’t ever tell us she likes dresses.”

At Knox’s suggestion, Drake fucked two sticky fingers straight into Remy’s creaming pussy, blowing her approaching climax back in on itself and spiraling her desire into a tight coil low in her belly. He scissored and hooked those thick digits inside her, caressing the tender internal flesh and teasing her G-spot until she thought she’d go crazy from the pleasure.

“Oh, please, touch my clit.” The words poured unbidden from Remy’s mouth. “Pleasepleaseplease, Knox, spank me again.”

Remy felt Drake’s arm pin down across her back as she tried to buck her clit against his leg, holding her down effectively. He swirled his fingers through the thick cream she could feel pouring out of her, spreading it down to his last knuckles. Remy babbled, the words flowing from her mouth the way that tears had started to flow from her eyes. She didn’t care what they did to her, had stopped even paying attention to them, until she felt Drake’s hand snake down and pinch her clit. Hard.

Remy screamed.

The hard fingers holding her clit prisoner cut off all sensation, turning what should have been a glorious climax into more delicious torture. Remy snarled, bucking harder against the strong forearm holding her pinioned against Drake’s muscled thighs. The fingers pinching her clit clamped tighter, causing her to whimper and go limp. She understood this was their show. She wouldn’t be able to force them to give her an orgasm, and she secretly delighted in the way they took control of her body. She breathed shallowly, waiting for them to do something.

“Home stretch, baby.” Knox’s voice was like gravel. “Five more swats and you’re done. We’re very proud of you, you know. Now take the rest of your punishment like a good girl.”

Remy moaned softly, her head sagging towards the floor. She wrapped her arms around Drake’s strong calf, steeling herself for whatever was coming next. She didn’t have to wait long.

Drake released her clit, the sensation of blood rushing back into the little bud ripping a scream from Remy’s throat. Her clit felt swollen, and she could feel it pulse with the beat of her heart, which was going overtime. Before she could savor that sensation, though, Drake’s diabolical fingers moved again, and he drilled the fingers wet with her cream right into her still-tender ass.

Remy screamed again, her scream turning into a breathy moan as Drake’s thumb sank deep into her pussy. He pinched his fingers and thumb together, rubbing the swath of skin between ass and pussy back and forth with his big digits. The thin wall separating his thumb and fingers sizzled with an unholy pleasure, and Remy whimpered, soft little mews muffled in Drake’s jean-clad calf.

Just as she began getting used to the sensation, Knox’s hand cracked down over her ass as he resumed her punishment. She writhed and squirmed, the little motions grinding her against where Drake invaded both her holes with his big digits. Each motion set off a riot of sparkly pleasure in her ass and pussy, and Drake’s rubbing motions intensified the pleasure-pain streaking in white hot waves back and forth from one hole to the other.

Right when Remy had given herself completely to their ministrations, going limp and whimpering, Knox stopped spanking her. And before her confused brain could comprehend he was finished, she felt Drake’s fingers stroking the sensitive walls of her anus as he began to remove them at the same time his thumb slipped from her pussy.

“No!” Remy clenched uselessly on Drake’s digits, trying in vain to hold them inside her. “Please, I have to come!” Remy wailed, tears pouring from her eyes now as she realized her punishment was over and she hadn’t had the orgasm her body craved.

She felt herself flipped over once more on Drake’s lap, finding herself straddling him backwards, draped over him with her knees spread wide over his and her back against his chest. He took both her hands in one of his, preventing her from reaching for her clit to finish the job herself.

In that instant, she became aware of another presence in the room, and she looked up to see Joss sitting across from her on a sofa, the massive bulge in his jeans testament to the fact that he’d clearly been watching for a while. Remy realized she must have been so overloaded on sensation she didn’t even notice his return. From Remy’s position it seemed like the brothers weren’t content with the scene they’d just performed. Apparently a new scene was about to begin.

* * * *

Knox pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms so her breasts were on display then carefully arranged the skirt of her dress so it rested above her waist, giving himself and Joss an uninterrupted view of the pussy dripping with so much cream some of it had slid down the tops of Remy’s thighs to coat them with a slippery sheen.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.” Joss stood up leisurely, walking over to where Remy still sniffled. “Anything I can do?”

Knox examined the beautiful woman spread over his brother’s lap, taking particular note of the tight pink nipples that seemed to beg for attention.

“Yeah.” Knox grinned wolfishly, going to his knees between Remy’s spread legs and causing her to gasp. He eyed the trickle of cream running down her folds and felt his mouth start to water. He hadn’t yet had the pleasure of eating Remy’s sweet cunt, and that cunt did look awfully sweet right now.

“Those tits sure look like they could use a little love. Maybe you could help her out with that?” Knox leaned forward as he spoke so that with his last words he blew little puffs of breath directly onto Remy’s pussy. He smiled as another trickle of cream slid out of her hot little hole and stretched his tongue forward to catch it.

Remy’s reaction was immediate. She jolted hard, Drake’s arms like steel bands around her waist preventing her from escaping the tongue-lashing his brother treated her to. Knox devoured the cream sliding from her cunt, tunneling his tongue into her clenching hole to suck more out of her. He left no part of her pussy untasted, feasting on her with licks, nips, and sucks.

* * * *

In the meantime, Remy became aware of Joss’ hungry gaze.

“I don’t know what you did to piss them off this bad, but, baby, I’m glad I get to help them take it out on you.” Joss reached for her with both hands, briefly kneading the aching globes of her breasts, long neglected during her punishment. Remy arched herself into his palms, moaning as he stroked and squeezed the soft flesh. Her moan turned into a squeal, however, when instead of continuing his gentle ministrations, Joss took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

Her squeals rose in volume and pitch as he rolled her nipples within his tight grip, effectively clamping them with his fingertips. The pinches he forced on her shot waves of pained pleasure straight to her clit, which Knox had latched onto and was sucking like it was a delicious candy.

Remy let her head fall back onto Drake’s shoulder as she gave up all control. She trusted these men to do whatever they wanted with her body. She just hoped they wanted to make her come.

Sensing the change in her, Drake leaned his head so his mouth grazed her ear. “Beg Knox, baby. Beg him for your orgasm.”

Remy didn’t hesitate, doing exactly what Drake ordered. “Knox.” Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. She cleared her throat to try again. “Knox, please let me come.”

Everything sped up. Knox’s tongue was a positive tornado against her pussy, and Joss pinched her nipples in time with Knox’s licks. Drake gripped her face in one big hand and turned it toward him, kissing her deeply and swallowing her soft moans.

Everything tensed, and time felt as though it stopped for a moment. Then Knox delivered a single hard suck to her clit that had her entire body bowing. Remy tore her mouth from Drake’s to scream her pleasure, her body arching forward and going taut before her climax bloomed outward, cresting in a shower of sparks that raced through every cell before leaving her limp, sweaty, and gasping.

Drake readjusted the straps of her sundress, and Knox rose up from his knees, pulling her skirt back down. Joss gave her breasts a last, loving stroke then went to sit back down on the sofa.

When Remy was finally able to muster the strength to move, she collapsed onto a chaise lounge, sighing deeply. She cracked an eye when she became aware of the stillness around her then flushed as she realized that, while she’d gotten hers, all of her men still had erections straining at the front of their pants. When she tried to move toward them though, Joss stopped her with a raised hand.

“Breakfast. I’m starving, and I bet you’re starving, too. Although,” he said with a leer, “my appetites could be taken care of in bed...”

Remy snickered. All this nookie was going to lead somewhere bad, she decided. At least she could follow Joss’s advice and have something to eat since she obviously had to keep her strength up.

As she approached the sideboard loaded with dishes, she reminded herself of Drake’s earlier statement, that whichever of them had ordered the food she chose for breakfast would get a prize. Wryly, she bet herself a million dollars she could guess what that prize was going to be.

Remy’s eyes grew round as she lifted the lids off the serving dishes, seeing what her men had ordered. They weren’t kidding that they knew her well. Her mouth watered as she looked at platters full of her favorites—eggs Benedict, an omelet with asparagus and Gruyère, petit pain au chocolat. She was at a loss as to what she should eat because it all looked so good. And smelled good. She groaned inwardly, her appetite flaring to life after the rigorous workouts she’d had the last day and a half.

She was aware of a solemn silence behind her as she picked up a plate, and she resisted the urge to turn around. She hesitated a moment then decisively reached out and scooped a serving of eggs Benedict onto her plate. No sense letting good hollandaise sauce go to waste, she thought as she shrugged. Aware of explosive breath let out behind her, she grabbed a fork and turned around to see Drake and Joss glaring at their brother. Knox, on the other hand, sat beaming at her.