Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

A pair of hot hands lightly covered her ass cheeks, and the third man’s deep voice curled like melted chocolate over her senses.

“I’ve got your backside, sweetie,” Cassidy said.

A sharp slap to her ass had her yelping at the pain, but hot hands soothed her fiery flesh with gentle caresses. A few more heavy slaps and her ass was literally burning, and truth be told, she was enjoying it. Peeking sideways, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and her mouth dropped open in wonder at the sight. Her cheeks were flushed red on both her ass and her face.

“You like getting spanked, don’t you, honey?” Cassidy asked. He didn’t wait for an answer as a finger swept between her pussy lips and grazed her vaginal opening.

“Oh, yeah, she does. She’s soaking, Logan. You didn’t tell us she liked getting spanked.”

“You didn’t ask,” Logan said in a thick, heavy voice that sent a wild buzz through Teyla. Obviously, he’d gotten turned on watching her getting spanked. “Besides,” he continued, “she wasn’t being bad with me, so I never really had a reason to give her a really good hard spanking. But I must admit, her ass does blush nicely.”

“I’d say she’s being bad now, Logan, my man. She’s got two other men in her bed, besides you. Don’t you think that’s reason enough for you to take over the spanking department?”

“Yeah, I like watching a woman get her ass spanked, and I like spanking her even more,” Logan murmured.

Oh, God. Teyla tensed as she creamed and listened to the rough breathing of her three men. She could hear them moving behind her. Then she gasped as a sharp sting snapped against her cheeks. She didn’t have to see who slapped her. She knew it was Logan from the restrained way his palm touched her flesh. He didn’t want to hurt her. Wasn’t as rough as the other one, but the effect was just as potent, if not more.

Logan slapped her ass a few more times until she burned and yearned for him to stop. When he finally did, he swept his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy with his palm. Pressing firmly, he gyrated his palm along her sensitized clit.

She bit back a moan as wicked tension sifted through her. Just as she started falling into the abyss of pleasure, he stopped grinding and chuckled knowingly, removing his hand.

“I’m pleased you enjoyed your punishment, Teyla.”

She held her breath as Cassidy began caressing her burning ass again with tender strokes. Logan returned to her side, and she expected him to begin stroking her breasts again. To her disappointment, he didn’t. Instead, he produced a black blindfold and placed it over her eyes. She smelled his scent on it. Musk and sweat and pine. Very nice.

The darkness was alluring, yet also frightening. She’d been paid handsomely for giving three men access to her body, and once again, uneasiness lashed her. What if they hurt her? Humiliated her? Told her neighbors what they’d done with her? Another shot of heat blazed across her face at that last thought, and she swallowed as someone gently tugged the butt plug from her hole.

Involuntarily, her anus spasmed and clenched, aching to be filled again. She ached to be filled by all three of them. Oh, sweet mercy! She’d never experienced such lust, such carnal need. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning her frustration, her need.

“Take it easy baby.” Logan’s hoarse whisper sped over her senses like ribbons of velvet.

She whimpered in answer, suddenly unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel their caressing hands upon her flesh.

“Now let’s take this off the bed so we can continue arousing you.”

Shivers skittered through her at what he said. She nodded curtly as she was led off the bed. Her legs were wobbly, and if the two men hadn’t been holding her, she swore she would have dropped to the floor.

All three of them caressed her, their strong hands melting over her shoulders, her waist, and legs.

Logan stood in front of her. She could smell him. His dominating scent made her tremble with a sexual need so fierce it was animalistic. Untamed. Wickedly delightful. He began kissing her, his lips melting like liquid fire against hers. Meanwhile, their hands continued to touch, to tease, to seduce every part of her. It wasn’t long before exhilaration raged through her and she gripped Logan’s waist tightly, keening at this pleasure.

To her surprise, Logan chuckled against her mouth, breaking the deep kisses. “Was wondering when you’d start loosening up, babe. It’ll feel much better when you do.” His voice sparkled. He sounded happy and it made her heart smile.

He leaned in and kissed the erotic area behind her earlobe splashing wonderful sensations through her. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and did such erotic things to her ear with his tongue, he had her trembling and barely catching her breath. Yes, he definitely did have a way with that tongue of his, and he chased away her fears all too quickly.

One of the other two men, she wasn’t sure who, but knew it wasn’t Logan because of his restrained roughness, massaged her breasts. He certainly knew how to handle them, for he expertly stroked her nipples, pinching and brushing his fingers firmly over them until she felt as if she were just two breasts. Weird to think that way, but she was. Behind her, the third man slipped his hands around her waist and pressed himself against her backside, letting her feel the big impression of his very hot and swollen cock against her left ass cheek.

Oh, my
. He felt big. Just like Logan.

“Are you okay?” Logan whispered as he leaned in and kissed her chin. She nodded.

“It’s been quite some time since…” She inhaled a trembling breath, wanting to tell him it had been a while since she’d done anal, but the words just didn’t come out of her mouth. Mainly because she wasn’t sure if her confession might make them stop, and she didn’t want them to stop. Now that she’d come this far, she was way too keened and curious to find out what would happen next.

“You’re doing fine. Now just try to relax so we can entertain you, sweets.”

Have mercy
. She was being paid to have sex with them, and they were entertaining
her
? What kind of men were they to put her pleasure before their own?

She forced herself to inhale, to loosen up. But how could any sane woman relax with three men touching her? At that thought, she almost burst out laughing as a tinge of hysteria shot though her. What would her female friends say if they found out? They’d think she was crazy, or maybe they’d be envious?

Fingers increased their pressure on her nipples, and she refocused back to the men.

Her men.

Sweet Lord.

More pressure from that large cock snapped against her left ass cheek. It made her dig her fingers into Logan’s waist. Made her wonder how it would feel like to have these two newcomers fucking her with Logan in the room, watching.

“You like this, don’t you, Teyla? Three men about to fuck you.” Logan breathed. “I can see it in the way you’re smiling. The way your nipples have become engorged. The way you’re creaming.”

She whimpered in agreement. Maybe other woman didn’t appreciate a ménage, but she did. Oh, yes, she did!

Chapter Seven

“Okay, guys. Let’s take this into the living room, now. I saw an armchair that will work for what we want to do to her.” It was Logan speaking, his voice thick with arousal.

The living room? She’d never had sex before in her living room. She always kept her guests in here. She didn’t dare mount a protest. She was way too curious to see what they were up to.

Because she wore a blindfold, they led her. She knew when they entered the kitchen as it was warmer out here and then she knew when they’d entered the living room because it was cooler. She shivered as the cool air breathed against her naked skin and hoped one of the men would make a fire in the fireplace.

That’s what she loved about her century-old farmhouse. A fireplace in every room. Beneath her bare feet, the cold, old floorboards creaked, and it didn’t take but a moment when she heard the squeak of the armchair as someone sat on it.

Logan? It must be him because the two men holding her upper arms didn’t smell like him.

“I hope someone brought the lube? And some condoms?” Logan asked. Yes, it was him sitting on the chair. Happiness bubbled inside her as she guessed what he was up to.

“Here,” Cassidy said. She heard the sound of something slapping against flesh and then another and she pictured Logan catching the tube of lube and a box of condoms. Imagined him sitting there on her couch, naked, his big cock engorged as he waited for her to join him there.

She shivered again as she heard foil being ripped open. There was a moan as he rolled on the condom and then the squirt of lube and slurps of it being lathered on his cock. This time she didn’t tremble from the cold but from the anticipation slicing through her. She whimpered. Both her ass and cunt muscles clenched with a need for action. To be filled.

“Easy, babe. We’re hurrying as fast as we can,” Spencer whispered in her ear. His voice was drenched with lust and amusement.

Cassidy let go of her and Spencer was maneuvering her around. She felt slightly off-balance with the blindfold, but then someone grabbed both her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. She relaxed, instinctively knowing Logan’s touch from last night when they’d walked and held hands. He was behind her. Waiting for her.

Spencer continued to hold her upper arms and she listened to Cassidy as he lit a match. She heard it flare to life and smelled the sulfur. A moment later, a fire began to crackle in the fireplace.

“It’s a good idea you have the wood and kindling in the hearth ready to go. Cuts down on time,” Cassidy said from her right where the fireplace was located. She didn’t say anything to his compliment. She had better things to think about. Like was her ass going to be able to handle Logan’s big size?

She trembled again at that thought.

“Cold, baby? No worries, we’ll warm you up, right, Logan?” Spencer said.

“She’ll be so hot, she’ll be burning with the three of us taking her,” came Logan’s confident reply. His deep voice melted over her like fireworks, and she could feel her every sense tuning into him, into them, her every nerve firing.

Spencer continued to hold her upper arm as Logan pulled her backward by the hands.

“Okay, now squat down, baby. Sit on my lap. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

She swallowed, warmed at his comment. Oh, yeah, he was right. She would be burning soon.

She did as he asked and as she slowly sat, his hot, solid-as-a-pole cock nudged against the tight hole of her ass. Okay. She knew what they were up to now, and her excitement flared to a whole new level. Holding his fingers tightly for balance and reassurance, she squatted lower, allowing his erection to press past her tight sphincter muscles. She gasped at the bite of pleasure-pain as he sunk deep into her, the pressure unbelievable. Sitting upon his lap, she was now fully impaled and gasping at the incredible pleasure-pain and pressure buried inside her ass.

Logan moaned and let go of her hands. “Come, grab the armchair and lay back on me.” She found the armchair rests and did as he asked, leaning back, and inhaled harshly as his cock sunk deeper and his warm broad chest nestled warmly against her back.

“Widen her legs and angle them up on each side of my knees. Then I can hold her open for one of you.”

Oh, sweet mercy. That suggestion had her creaming really hard. Hands did as he asked and they spread her, placing her legs over his. She was amazed she was this flexible, but figured it was due to that hard work in the greenhouse and all the natural eating she’d been doing since the Catastrophe.
Oh, Teyla, stop thinking about that, just concentrate on what they are doing!

Logan tilted them both back as he leaned against the armchair, and she could only imagine how she must look to the two men with her legs wide open, her ass impaled on Logan, her pussy wet and open, waiting to be penetrated by one of them.