Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“Go on,” Nick said.

“I rather wondered how it works.”

“You cook,” Isaac said to Nick. “I’ll rig her out, and she can sit at the table like she did before, but this time with the rope round her labia. Would you like that, babe?”

“Why do you think I suggested it?”

“I’ll get some towels for her chair,” Nick said, grinning. “Something tells me we’re gonna need them.”

“What are we waiting for?” Isaac asked.

Paige slipped her hand into the one he’d extended, and they walked up the stairs together, anticipation causing her legs to feel like jelly. She desperately wanted to play with her two studs for a bit longer but wondered if the situation was slipping beyond her control. Isaac’s arrogant assumption that he could step into his dead brother’s shoes and make her care about him still rankled. She absolutely was
not
going to allow that to happen. She would stay here until after Ellie’s funeral, play with Isaac and Nick for as long as they wanted to invent new games for her, and then she’d return to her life in England. It really was that simple.

Paige had learned her lesson. She loved too easily, was too willing to trust, to believe what people said to her. All that happened was that she finished up getting hurt. She squared her shoulders. She’d grown up finally, and it wouldn’t happen again.

They slipped into Ellie’s room. Isaac kicked the door shut, and his muscled arms closed about her, their bodies colliding with a soft thud as he kissed her like he never wanted to stop. Paige didn’t particularly want him to stop, and so she kissed him back with interest, wondering what this sudden display of tenderness was all about. A combination of desire and suspicion roiled inside her gut. Tenderness wasn’t part of their bargain. If this was a prelude to making out then Nick ought to be here, too. It wasn’t fair to exclude him.

“What was that for?” she asked when Isaac finally released her.

“Does there have to be a reason?”

“I’m not sure.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re acting very strangely.”

“I didn’t like seeing Talbot pawing you, so I was reclaiming my rights, making sure you remembered what I can do for you.”

“You’re jealous.” Paige smiled up at him. “Don’t read something into our relationship that doesn’t exist, Drake.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.”

She frowned at him. “What are you up to?”

“Me?” His innocent expression didn’t fool her for one minute. “Just carrying out your commands. A karada with a crotch rope, if memory serves.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like you’d forgotten.”

“Get undressed,” he said, “and I’ll root out the gear.”

“Don’t you want to do it for me?”

“No, but now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind watching.” He sat on the edge of the bed, threw off his shirt, crossed his arms over his gorgeous chest, and winked at her. “In your own time, babe.”

Paige did a slow striptease for him, throwing her top over her head and prancing about the room in her lacy bra and tight-fitting jeans, keeping well out of range of his questing hands. The bulge in his pants grew larger the longer she evaded him. She turned her back to him and wiggled her butt in his face, skipping away when she sensed his hands reaching out to grab her.

“Quit it, Paige,” he growled.

“If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen, big boy.”

He shook his head and either grinned or grimaced—Paige wasn’t quite sure which. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Isn’t that rather the idea?”

“Are you wet, babe?”

She offered him an enigmatic smile. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He chuckled. “’Course you are. When aren’t you?”

She reached for the snap on her bra, released it, and threw it to the floor, immediately covering her breasts with her hands.

“Wanna have a peek?” He stood up and reached for her. “Uh-uh!” She removed one hand and slapped his away. “No touching unless I say.”

“You’re supposed to be a sub, woman, not a damned dom.”

“Role reversal. It’s kinda fun.”

He grunted. “For you maybe.”

“You get to look at my tits, but you have to give me something in return.”

“What?”

“I want that twister thing up my butt as well as the karada thing.

“Greedy little sub, aren’t you?” he said, chuckling.

“No, just horny as hell.”

“No arguments there.”

She released her breasts and stood directly in front of him, moving from foot to foot so they jiggled beneath his nose.

“You’re sore,” he said, reaching out a hand and gently tracing one of her nipples.

“Just a bit. It’s nothing.”

“No more nipple clamps for you for a while. It wasn’t our intention to hurt you.”

“Okay, but there’s something else I’d like instead.”

“Demanding little madam today, aren’t you?” He gently caressed one of her boobs. “What is it?”

“Well, you and Nick treat me like you think I’m gonna break.”

He guffawed. “Honey, we tie you up, spank you, fuck you every which way until Christmas, and you say we treat you gently.” He shook his head. “What don’t we do that you’d like?”

“You don’t spank me hard enough. You only use your hands or a soft paddle. Can’t we try a whip?”

“You’d liked that?”

She unsnapped her jeans and pulled them halfway down her hips. “Why do you think I mentioned it?”

“Okay, that might work. We’ll see what we can do.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She stepped out of her jeans and stood in front of him in just a thong, reassuming her role as the meek submissive.

“Take that thing off,” he said. “It’s probably soaking wet and no good to you anyway.”

Paige stepped out of it, proud of her naked body as his gaze raked it and a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.

“Here we go,” he said, reaching into Ellie’s toy cupboard and extracting the same karada Paige had worn before. “Fortunately Nick made this one to Ellie’s specification. He’s the one that’s good at knots.”

“He made all these diamond shapes?”

“Yep.” Isaac slipped it over her head. “They’re supposed to be made from scratch each time, I think, but Ellie thought this way was better. I just tighten this one knot at the side until it fits you properly.”

“It feels fine like that.”

“Not too tight?”

“No, sir.”

“Sometimes complete dresses are made of these things, but we don’t want to tie up that tight little fanny of yours, do we now?”

“No.”

He slapped her thighs. “Did we forget something?”

“No, sir,” she said meekly.

“God, you look hot in that thing!” Isaac stood back to admire his handiwork. “Bend over the bed and we’ll see about your other request.”

Paige did so, waiting, anticipating. Would he spank her, or would he just insert the plug? Perhaps he’d do both. Trouble was, if he spanked her, she’d want to be fucked immediately, and that wouldn’t be fair to Nick.

Cool lube trickled onto her buttocks. Isaac’s large hand rubbed it against her anus, one finger slipping inside.

“Didn’t really need any help, did you, my sexy little sub. Should have guessed you’d be ready for this.”

She felt the twister pushing at her entrance and instinctively tensed against it.

“Relax,” Isaac purred, rubbing gentle circles over her butt. “Let me get it in. It’ll be worth it, I promise you. I love your butt. Did I ever tell you that?”

His soothing voice did the trick. She opened up for him, and he gradually eased the twister into place.

“Okay?”

“Hmm, yes. Perfect.”

“Let’s attach the crotch rope now.”

Isaac produced a length of robe and attached it to the front of the karada. Paige gasped as he pulled from behind and the rope cut through the folds of her labia. It was the most incredibly sexy feeling she’d ever experienced—almost enough to make her come there and then.

“Don’t you dare!” Isaac warned from behind, dropping kisses down the back of her neck. She felt him secure the rope in place. “Is that comfortable?”

“It’s agony but not because it’s too tight.”

Isaac chuckled. “That’s kind of the idea.” He took her hand. “Come on. Let’s show you to Nick.”

“Yes, sir.” Paige straightened up and felt the warmth from the plug, the cut of the rope between her legs when she moved. “Sweet,” she said, grinning up at Isaac.

Nick let out a soft whistle when they entered the kitchen.

“Christ!” he said, raking a hand through his hair. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better.”

“You like?” Paige asked.

Nick twitched one of her nipples. “You’ll find out just how much I like once dinner’s over. Speaking of which, it’s ready.”

Isaac poured wine for them all whilst Paige sat herself on her towel-enhanced chair.

“Our little sub’s been making demands,” Isaac told Nick as they started to eat.

“Really?” Nick blew her a kiss but spoke to Isaac as though she wasn’t in the room. “What does she want that she’s not getting from us already?”

“She wants to be spanked harder and with something other than our hands or a paddle.”

“She asked for a whip?” Nick shrugged. “Doesn’t surprise me. I trust you told her that there’s no such thing as a free lunch and that she’ll have to earn it.”

“That’s exactly what I told her,” Isaac confirmed, refilling all their glasses.

“What shall we have her do?”

Isaac chuckled. “Give us a display, hon,” he said, speaking directly to her for the first time.

Paige pushed her chair back, spread her legs wide and touched herself. She had their undivided attention.

“Go on then,” Nick said. “Make yourself come for us, babe.”

Paige’s fingers struggled to find a way round the rope cutting into her cunt but wasn’t about to be defeated by it. She glanced at her audience. Both of them were gently massaging themselves through their shorts, thoroughly turned-on. Paige’s fingers found their target and delved deep. She started rocking her hips against them, the rope doing the job on her clit whilst the plug in her butt attended to its own agenda.

“I’m close, boys,” she said, her voice a guttural moan. “So fucking close. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you’re gonna do to me after this.”

“We’re gonna spank you with a switch,” Nick said. “Real hard.”

“Good.” Paige was panting now, working her fingers faster whilst doing her best to hold her climax back. “What else?”

“We’re gonna take you together again,” Isaac said, “and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Isaac’s gonna lay on the couch in there,” Nick said, unzipping his shorts and taking himself in hand. “You’re gonna straddle his massive cock and take it right up your cunt.”

“Nick’s gonna fuck your ass,” Isaac added, unzipping also. “You like that idea, babe? You want us to do that to you?”

“Yes, sir.” Perspiration covered her entire body. “My nipples are on fire. Someone needs to suck them.”

“Uh-uh.” Isaac shook his head. “Bring yourself off first. Make yourself come for us, Paige. We need to watch you do it to yourself.”

Her chair rocked as she increased the pace, closing her eyes as she teetered on the brink, willing it not to come yet. She adored having them watch her, admire her. She adored the feel of the rope and the twister. She absolutely didn’t want the moment to end. But the situation was so hot, and both her men had massive erections going to waste. She just couldn’t hold it any longer.

With a wild scream she closed herself round her fingers and let rip.

Paige couldn’t remember if they ate the rest of Nick’s meal or not. All she did know was that the boys made good on their promise, spanked her with a switch until she was desperate enough to get down on her knees and beg them to fuck her together. They teased her for an eternity but eventually gave her what she wanted.

Then they watched themselves on the big screen and did it all over again.

“Yes, I’m fine. Do stop worrying about me.”

“We weren’t too rough with you?”

Isaac’s gravelly voice echoed down the phone line. Paige could imagine the worry lines etched into his forehead, the concern in his gorgeous eyes, meltingly gentle the way they always were when they made love. No, she reminded herself, when they had sex. Love didn’t come into it but, damn it, when he displayed his sensitive side, when he got all possessive on her, it was tough keeping her emotions at bay.

“Not at all. You know you only gave me what I wanted.”

“Yeah, there is that.” He chuckled. “You’re one greedy chick. Have I ever told you that?”

“Frequently.”

“But you’re not used to taking two men at a time, and neither of us is exactly small.”