Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“We should have put the nipple clamps on her,” Nick said, glancing up at Isaac.

“Later. I’m saving that one for later.”

“I’m fucking close,” Nick said.

Isaac picked up the pace. “Then let’s give her the ride of her life. My prick’s now completely inside her ass, and she’s loving it. Feel that, baby. Feel what I’m giving you. You can talk. Tell me what you feel.”

“You’re splitting me in two,” she cried in an agonized tone.

“We’re hurting you?”

“No, it feels wonderful. Give me some more. Come on, boys. Let me have it. Just fuck me. I’m gonna come.”

“Me, too,” Nick said, grinding into her. “I can’t hold it.”

Nick and Paige exploded at the same time, panting, swearing, their faces contorted with pleasure. Isaac kept pace with them, fucking Paige’s ass like he’d probably never fucked before. Finally spent, Nick slid out of her, his sperm spilling over the coverlet as he flopped there on his back, a smile on his face. Isaac now had Paige to himself, at his complete mercy, on her hands and knees. With his cock still rock hard inside her, his hands reached for her tits dangling from the karada, but Nick had already taken possession of one of them, sucking hard on her nipple and making her moan.

“We need to put that crotch rope on that karada next time,” Isaac panted. “I’ve got a feeling she’d love riding it.”

Nick released her tit and grinned. “We’re only just getting started here. Ellie has toys in her cupboard that she wouldn’t believe.”

“Ready to come again?” Isaac asked Paige.

“Yes please, sir.”

Isaac slammed into her, his balls slapping against her thighs as he pumped away and she pushed back against him.

“She’s so fucking tight. She’s killing me,” he groaned.

“Yeah, I know. Been there, done that.”

Nick now lay sideways beneath her, sucking her clit. With a strangled moan she bucked to a climax in his mouth. Isaac waited until it was over, pushed harder, and shot his load into her ass. Unbelievably, Paige screamed at him to fuck her and came yet again.

“Jeez!”

On an elongated groan, Isaac pummelled her ass. Nick could see Paige responding to the increase in pressure, greedily milking his cock until Isaac had nothing more to offer her.

Isaac released Paige’s hands from the restraints.

“Are you okay?” he asked her. “Did we hurt you?”

She smiled at him, feeling feminine, empowered, satiated, and wonderfully liberated. “What do you think?”

“I think you enjoyed being fucked by two men at once,” he said, his voice a throaty drawl. “And I don’t think you’ve had nearly enough of us yet.”

“Thanks.” She accepted a glass of champagne from him. “Where’s Nick?”

“Preparing our bath.” Isaac leaned in and nibbled her ear. “You’re a very dirty girl, do you know that?”

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“Do I?” He raised one brow in mock surprise. “Haven’t had you enough ways to make up my mind yet.”

Paige opened her eyes very wide, playing him at his own game. “There’s more?”

Isaac’s wicked chuckle sent shivers of excitement down her spine. “Baby, we’ve hardly got started.”

“Bath’s ready.”

Nick voice reached them from the door of the en suite, from which steam escaped in billowing clouds. Paige glanced up, noticed that he was fully erect again, and rolled her eyes. What did it take to satisfy these guys? Well, she wasn’t a girl to back away from a challenge, so she aimed to find out. She’d achieve it, have them admit they were shagged out, or die trying.

“Come along, ma’am.” Isaac extended a hand and helped her up. “You’ve got Nick’s sperm all over your legs and mine all over your ass and tits.”

He helped her out of the karada. Paige had become accustomed to it and felt naked without it, which was ridiculous. She could impress these two demanding hunks with her body alone—she didn’t need any artificial aids to attract them.

You can do this, Paige. Don’t think about it. Just go with how they make you feel.

Squishing her ever-present insecurities, Paige walked, naked, into the bathroom with her head held high. Ellie’s bathroom was the size of most people’s bedrooms. The tub was a huge square thing, designed to her specification with steps and seats in all sorts of strategic places. There were fresh rose petals floating on top of the fragrant water and two fully erect guys to escort her into it. What was she waiting for? She took Nick’s outstretched hand and stepped into the fray.

Predictably, one guy sat on either side of her as Paige sank cautiously into the water. She was sore but not unpleasantly so and more than ready for round two. Each man grabbed a sponge, soaped it, and set to work on her body. This time Nick was behind her and Isaac took charge of her tits. One of them pressed a button and jets streamed into the bath, stirring the water, hitting her precisely on her anus. She groaned.

“Like that?” Nick asked.

“It’s better than nothing, I suppose,” she taunted.

Isaac slapped her hard across the front of her thighs. She barely felt it as Nick’s fingers sought out her back passage and delved inside.

“Kneel on the soft seat,” he said sharply, “and hold on to that handle there.”

Paige hadn’t thought to wonder why the seats in Ellie’s bath were padded before. Now she knew. She wriggled into position, relaxing her anus as Nick’s cock pushed its way in. He was pretty impressive, but accommodating him so soon after Isaac was a doddle. She focused her eyes on Isaac’s face as Nick fucked her from behind, watching his expression as he gently agitated her clit with one hand and a breast with the other.

“Like having Nick up there, do you?”

“Yeah, but I wish you were in me as well.”

He brought up his hand from below the water and slapped her across her pussy. “Don’t be so greedy.” But he was smiling as he spoke. Then he bent his head below hers and kissed her. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth at the same speed Nick’s cock assaulted her ass. It was heavenly torture. Paige didn’t want it to end, but when Isaac’s hand increased the pressure on her clit, she knew she couldn’t last much longer. She opened her eyes wide, begging for permission to come. Isaac was still kissing her and didn’t respond. This was Nick’s show.

“Let it go, baby,” he said, landing a soft blow on her buttocks.

She thrust her backside against Nick’s cock and exploded. Screaming a whole string of invectives, he did, too.

Before her breathing returned to normal, Paige was conscious of Isaac covering her eyes with something.

“What are you doing?”

“Just trust me, my beautiful, obedient little sub,” he said, tying a blindfold securely in place and pulling her to her feet with one strong hand. Then he lifted her into his arms and placed her on what felt like a padded seat. It wobbled when he sat next to her.

“Where are we?”

“Speak when spoken to!”

“Sorry, sir.”

Paige had only just been fucked senseless by Nick but was already hot again, simply because Isaac had something in store for her and she couldn’t see what it was. She adored playing games with him—with both of them. The seat swayed. Paige grabbed Isaac’s arm for support.

“Straddle me,” he said in a gruff voice. “One knee on either side of my groin.”

“I can’t see where your groin actually is.”

“Then feel it,” he said, placing her hand on an enormous cock that was more than ready for action. “Do you want this up your tight pussy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you have to work for it.”

Paige struggled into position, the seat lurching each time she moved. She wanted to sink straight down on his cock, but he slapped her ass when she tried it. Suddenly their perch moved forward and then back again.

“Oh, it’s a swing.”

Paige had forgotten that Ellie had one over her enormous tub. She and Isaac must be on it, but were they actually going to fuck whilst in motion? Moisture trickled from her pussy. This was
the
most erotic situation she’d ever been in. Isaac feasted on her breasts as they swung back and forth, sucking one nipple into his mouth, pinching the other with his fingers. Hard. Paige felt the reaction in her pussy, wishing she’d asked for the nipple clamps. It would have made the sensation even more intense. She lowered herself against his cock, rubbing her slit over its head. Isaac groaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Emboldened, she reached a hand between them and clasped him firmly, running her fingers along the length of his prick. She stopped abruptly when she hit something hard that definitely wasn’t part of his anatomy.

“What is it?” she asked.

“A cock ring. Does the same thing as your nipple rings. Increases the sensation and keeps me harder for longer.”

“Will you wear it when you fuck me?”

“You better believe it.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “And it’ll drive you wild.”

He guided her hips toward his head, at the same time increasing the rate at which the swing moved across the bath. Without being able to see, Paige didn’t feel she was likely to fall, which was presumably Isaac’s intention when using the blindfold. She sank down, taking every inch of Isaac greedily inside her, conscious of the cock ring disappearing into her as well. It agitated her already sensitized walls, making this surreal situation even more carnal.

Paige was almost ashamed of her desperate, overwhelming need for Isaac. She’d lost count of how many times she’d already climaxed that evening, but she was still frantic for Isaac’s enormous cock to work its magic. He made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t previously realized was possible, made her forget her hang-ups, her inhibitions, that sex was a dirty word in the Fairfax household. With Isaac and Nick, as no one before them, she was able to be herself.

She leaned into Isaac’s muscular chest and rubbed her tits against it, the hairs on his chest abrasive against her sensitized nipples. Isaac’s hand came down hard across her ass as he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. She squeezed the walls of her vagina against him, causing him to let out a deep, throaty wail. The swing now moved as quickly as they were. How it was being propelled Paige didn’t know, nor did she much care. The earth was about to move for her in more ways than one, and that’s all that mattered.

“Isaac, I need to—”

“No!”

“No?” She shook her head against his chest. “I don’t think I can—”

“Yes you can. Make it last, Paige. It’ll be ten times better if you do. Trust me.”

“How do I stop it?”

“Think about something else.”

“I can’t. All I can think about is your prick driving me wild, making me feel… Shit, I’m coming!” She felt the sensation building deep inside her core, that familiar tingling she so craved. She couldn’t have stopped it if she’d wanted to, which she didn’t. “Fuck me, Isaac,” she screamed.

His demonic thrusts, the pulsating of his engorged prick inside her cunt, brought her orgasm crashing in from all sides. Liquid heat flooded her entire body, an unstoppable eruption so deep, so prolonged, that she floated on waves of delirium that had her crying his name, her voice echoing from the tiled walls and bouncing back to ring in her own ears. She flung her head recklessly back, desperate to soak up every last throb.

Astonishingly, her cataclysmic orgasm didn’t tip Isaac over the edge. When she regained her senses she realized he was still rock hard inside her. The man certainly had staying power.

“Sorry,” she said meekly.

“I ought to punish you for that.”

“I know. I couldn’t help myself. It’s your fault. You were driving me crazy.”

He chuckled. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”

Paige longed to see his expression. She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her but didn’t see how he could be serious. Nothing could beat what he’d just given her, could it?

“Hold the ropes on either side of you.”

He guided her hands to them and snapped a restraint on each wrist. She was blindfolded, had her arms cuffed on either side of her, and was swinging above a bath. Her only form of balance was Isaac’s cock still buried deep inside her.

“Now you can’t see and can’t touch. Perhaps that will curb your impulses and increase your remaining senses.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let’s stand up.”

“How can we, on a swing?”

Without answering her, he stood and, still buried inside her, lifted her with just one hand beneath her buttocks. Her restrained hands slid up the swing ropes.

“Wrap your legs round my waist.”

She did so, clinging on for grim death, aroused again, not sure if this was more erotic or dangerous.

“Now I’m gonna fuck you like we’re trapeze artists.” He pushed into her rhythmically, slowly increasing the pressure with each thrust. Paige tightened her grip on his waist as she felt the movement of the swing increase and eagerly plunged her pussy down to meet him each time he sank into her. The cock ring rubbed against her sensitized walls, making her forget about their perilous position, making her greedy to come again. “Like that?” he asked. “Like being fucked on the move?