Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Remy couldn’t do anything but moan. Her hips rotated, seeking something to ease the ache inside her, but Drake’s big hand kept her legs spread and her pussy open. She knew she must be creaming all over him, but it felt too good to try to resist.

“If you like being spanked this much, baby, I wonder what else you like,” Drake mused. “I wonder if you’d like it if I spanked that sweet pussy now that your ass is such a pretty pink. Let’s give it a try, yes?”

Remy laid her cheek against the cool wood of the desk, her fingers gripping the opposite edge. Drake’s hand cracked down against her most tender flesh, and she squealed again. Stars exploded in front of her eyes from the initial sharp burn his smack ignited, but it was quickly replaced by a long slow burn that had her eyes tearing up from the pleasure. Drake was spanking her. He was lighting her ass and pussy on fire in the middle of a stranger’s office, in the middle of a damn job, and his brothers were both in the room.

And she liked it. No, she corrected as he slapped her clit, she loved it. Her squeals had turned to throaty moans, and she could feel herself arching into his slaps. Her body didn’t seem to care she was in the middle of a life-and-death situation. No, it just wanted Drake to keep going.

She arched backward toward his hand, anticipating the next slap, but got something she hadn’t anticipated. Two fingers fucked themselves straight into her juicy pussy, swirling and scissoring inside her. She couldn’t help it. She screamed.

The footsteps in the hall paused, and Remy could picture the owner of those feet assessing, listening to where that scream had come from. Her last thought was that Drake’s fingers felt massive inside her when all hell broke loose in her body because there was something pressing into her cunt, and it was a lot bigger than those fingers had been.

Drake was going to fuck her. No, Remy thought giddily, Drake was already fucking her. The press and burn of the most mammoth cock she’d ever taken had her scrambling her feet against the floor, trying to get enough traction to be able to push back against him. But Drake was having none of it. With a snarl, he gripped her right thigh just behind the knee and lifted her leg right up onto the desk, spreading her wide for his invasion. He had one hand on the back of her knee, holding it in place on the desk, and the other was on her back, flattening her to the desk and forcing her to arch.

He pressed forward one agonizing inch at a time, and Remy felt a thousand electric shocks jolt through her as that monster cock sizzled against the nerve endings in her pussy, nerve endings still on fire from his spanks. He pulled back and pushed forward again, coating himself in her cream with each thrust, and each time worked himself a little deeper into her clinging cunt. Remy could hear herself panting, and she could hear him snarling, softly spoken, filthy words and dirty details of what he was going to do to her.

“This cunt is sucking me in, isn’t it, baby? Your pretty little pussy is stretching wide over my cock, and I can feel every little ripple. You want me deeper, don’t you? You want me to fill you up. And I will fill you up. I’ll fill you with my cock, and I’ll fill you with my cum, and you’ll love every minute of it. You were made to take a pounding, weren’t you? I can give you everything I’ve got, and you’ll still beg me for more. Luckily for both of us”—Drake dropped his head so his mouth was just beside Remy’s ear, and he fisted a hand in her hair and directed her gaze to Knox—“I’ve got brothers to help me work you over. You’ll come so many times with us you’ll lose track, and by the time we’re done, you’ll call each of us Master. Joss,” Drake directed his hoarse whisper to his brother under the desk, “I think she could use a little extra.”

Remy didn’t have time to process what that last bit meant because, before she could make her lust-fogged brain comprehend what Drake had said, she felt another sensation that had her eyes rolling back and her mouth dropping open. It took her time to identify what she was feeling because she’d forgotten Joss was hidden under the desk. She was too aroused to feel any shame that he had an intense close-up of her pussy, red and creamy from Drake’s spanking, and she hoped he was enjoying watching his brother work his cock into her pussy. She certainly hadn’t expected him to do more than watch. But with Drake’s request ringing in her ears, Remy realized what he’d meant by “a little extra.”

Joss was licking her clit. He was working her clit with his clever lips and tongue, and all the while Drake was pressing his hard dick into her pussy.

Joss’s velvety tongue flicked over her little nub, alternately soothing the heat Drake had created and stoking the fire to new heights. With every swipe of Joss’s talented tongue, she squeezed on the thick cock that was still tunneling into her depths. Drake groaned as she milked his cock, Joss’s ministrations to her clit causing her internal muscles to spasm around Drake’s girth. It was a chain reaction unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Joss would snake his tongue out, swirling it briefly around her clit, and she’d clench on Drake. Drake would react to the squeeze of her internal muscles by fucking another inch of his dick into her tight sheath, and his motion would force her clit right back onto Joss’s tongue.

When Joss introduced the edge of his teeth to the little bundle of nerves, she felt herself squeeze violently, and at the same time became aware of the fine thread of Drake’s control snapping. He gripped her hips with both hands and drilled his cock balls-deep into her greedy pussy.

Remy screamed at the sensation and heard the footsteps outside begin to run toward them. She didn’t care. All she cared about was that she was split wide over the thickest cock she’d ever known and she could feel Drake’s balls slap against her pussy with every pounding stroke inward, the brush of the velvety sacs against her still-tender flesh preventing the burn of Drake’s spanking from cooling. And Joss was licking through her wet folds, circling around her clit and causing her slit to gush more moisture around Drake’s cock, wetting him down to his balls.

Drake pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy, the slurping, sucking sounds they made accompanied by Drake’s guttural grunts and groans and Remy’s whimpers and squeals. She pressed her hands into the desk and pushed herself back against the cock fucking into her with such abandon, and her eyes met Knox’s where he stood on the other side of the room. His gaze was fierce, and he rubbed the bulge in his tuxedo pants totally unconsciously. Remy wished she was coherent enough to ask him to take his cock out and stroke it where she could see it, but all she could do was moan. She was fucking one brother’s cock while another licked her clit and the third one watched, and she loved it.

That thought was enough to send her screaming into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, and in her pleasure, she was aware of Drake’s roar of fulfillment as her pussy milked him and he pulsed inside her, pumping hot jets of cum into her body. He thrust once, twice more, and was still, his fingers still digging into her hips and his heaving chest against her back. With a last soothing lick to her over sensitized clit that made Remy jerk, Joss stroked a hand down her thigh and moved back.

Remy came back to herself, the back of her neck prickling. She glanced up to see the security guard from earlier standing in the doorway, a lecherous smile on his face. Knox stood with his gun drawn, only the door separating them, ready to blow the man’s head off if Drake gave the word. And Knox really looked like he wanted Drake to give the word. His face was etched with fury, and he was glaring holes through the door to where the guard stood. Remy felt the man’s gaze drift to where her knee was still cocked on the desk and she started to squirm, trying to dislodge Drake so she could pull her skirt down and try to salvage some of her dignity.

Drake became aware of the man a second later and was instantly off Remy. The knob of his cock slipped from Remy’s sheath, causing her one last shudder as she suddenly felt empty.

Drake immediately pushed her behind him out of the guard’s gaze and un-self-consciously buttoned and zipped his pants. “See?” he asked the guard, smiling like the two shared a secret. “We are very good friends again, my wife and I. Thank you for ensuring we were not interrupted.”

Remy snorted behind Drake. As if that guard made sure no one interrupted them. She was pretty sure he’d have invited the whole damn château if he’d known half of what was going on in that office. But whatever, they’d managed to get the job done.

Drake was still making chitchat with the security guard, and Remy just wanted him gone. She could feel Drake’s juices combined with hers, and they were getting sticky on the insides of her thighs, and she was starting to get a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach about what she’d done. A whole battalion of armed guards could have walked through the door and she wouldn’t have noticed. She’d been totally shameless, and while she wasn’t about to apologize for the pleasure she’d taken, she sure as hell wasn’t happy Drake had put her into that position in the first place. Talk about blowing it. She’d have to think about how to handle this, and until she decided what to do, she wasn’t letting any of them so much as touch her hand.

She tuned back into reality in time to hear Drake ask the security guard to give them a moment to tidy up, and the guard slipped back into the hall, closing the door behind him. Remy shook her head. For an international arms dealer, Contois hired useless people.

Joss signed to them that everything was taken care of, and he and Knox ghosted on silent feet to the window where they hopped out and were gone with the equipment and weapons.

* * * *

Drake silently helped Remy adjust her dress and her hair. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as she slapped his hands away and glared at him before grabbing her wrap and clutch. She stormed out the door ahead of him, and Drake knew the party was over.

He did a careful sweep of the room, making sure there was no evidence of their presence. He went into the hall where the guard still waited and saw the guard was smirking. He wanted to beat the look off the man’s face, but he settled for leaning against the wall and sighing disconsolately.

“Your wife, she eez angry once more?” the guard asked.

“Well, your timing kind of ruined our afterglow,” Drake admonished.

“I am sorry,” said the guard, who didn’t look sorry at all. He turned his palms up and shrugged. “I hear screaming, I sink someone eez getting ’urt, I investigate. But sank you for zee show anyway!”

Drake knew he had to finish the performance without attracting suspicion, so he played along. “Oh well, we can always become friends again later. I better go find my wife, if she hasn’t stranded me here. Thanks again!” He waved and walked off, making for the main doors of the château. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach that, even though the job was over, something even bigger was about to begin.

Remy blew out a huge breath as she followed Drake through the door to the hotel suite. She was dying for a shower, dying to wash the sticky, now-dry evidence of her inability to control herself off the insides of her thighs.

The drive back had been silent. She and Drake had stared out their opposite windows, not exchanging a single word as he helped her in and out of the car. Oh well, as far as Remy was concerned it only helped to cement their story. Mrs. Joyce had been too miffed with her exhibitionist husband to speak with him and had stormed out of the château in grand style. And all the while, the creamy evidence of her climaxes was mingling with Drake’s seed, slickening every step she took. She’d been horrified to find herself becoming aroused again, just from the liquid kiss of her thighs as they rubbed together. She’d kept them clenched tightly on the drive back to the hotel in case Drake could smell her arousal, and she’d sat with her arms crossed across her chest to prevent him from noticing her nipples were hard. Again.

As Remy sagged against the door, her senses prickled, and she lifted her head to look around the room. Drake stood leaning against a console table across from her, having poured himself a finger of scotch. He was looking at her. No, she corrected herself, looking was the wrong word for what he was doing. Drake wasn’t looking at her idly. Rather, his gaze was predatory as it swept from her feet up to her face, pausing in its slow perusal to ravish her with his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes had remained glued to her hips and breasts and had leisurely made their way up her neck to the bow of her mouth, caressing her with all the heat of a lover’s touch. When his eyes finally met hers, she found herself breathless, looking back at him from a face she was sure was just as flushed as if he had kissed her. Her lips had parted, and she was breathing raggedly. Drake’s gaze sharpened as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips gone dry from her sudden nervousness. She thought for a moment she’d missed Drake’s groan when she heard it but didn’t see his lips move, but the thought was banished an instant later when she tore her gaze from his to look around the rest of the sitting room.

Remy suddenly became aware of two other heated gazes watching her. Joss and Knox, it seemed, had arrived before she and Drake had gotten back. She’d missed them while she’d been focused on Drake, but now she became acutely aware of both brothers.

Knox had removed his tux jacket and was sitting on a plush sofa. Remy watched as he removed his bow tie, the movements somehow mesmerizing. She looked at those big hands as they undid the delicate knot she’d fashioned for him earlier, wondering if she’d come apart under his touch as quickly as the fabric had. He tugged the tie out from around his neck, the hiss of the tie against his shirt sensuous if a bit menacing. He rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, lightly tapping the ends of the bow tie against his leg.

As she watched Knox, Joss sidled up to Remy from where he stood. She became aware of his presence beside her first as a sense of warmth, then when she turned from Knox to look at his brother, the warmth blazed out of control as heat bloomed through her body to pool between her thighs. She was riveted on his mouth and couldn’t look away from those lips that appeared to have been carved under a sculptor’s hand. She stared at Joss’s lips, remembering how he’d used them to suck and nibble on her slit. She hadn’t even watched him do it since he’d been hidden under the desk, but faced with him now, she imagined what it had looked like. His lips had devoured her as his tongue laved every inch of her tender skin, and damn if she didn’t want him to do it again. Only this time, she wanted to watch as he plundered her with his wickedly talented mouth.