Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome [Sweet Serenity 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Mia Ashlinn

  Humming enthusiastically, she headed off to the en suite bathroom to get dressed in the sheer mesh dress she and Ella had picked out. She removed her chef’s uniform and underclothes before stepping into the shower.

  The hot water rained over her, cascading down her body. She poured shampoo in her hand, washing her hair thoroughly, spending an exorbitant amount of time massaging her scalp before rinsing out the soap and repeating with conditioner.

  Between the hot water and her hair massage, she felt her body relax. She picked up her favorite soap, popping open the lid and letting the creamy liquid stream out of the bottle and into her hands. She put the bottle back in its rightful place then rubbed her hands together, warming and lathering the soap. She glided her hands over every inch of her skin, purposefully avoiding her pussy. But the desperate call to come overpowered her, and she broke one of her men’s golden rules—no touching herself without their permission or presence.

  Fuck it. We need to renegotiate some of these insipid rules.

  With one hand, she parted her sensitive folds and, with the other, she slid in between them. She massaged her clitoris, just like she had her hair, rubbing up and down then back and forth. Her body tensed up immediately, the need too strong for her to hold it back. It had been too long for her to go without the passionate bliss of an orgasm.

  She plunged two fingers inside her cunt and that was all it took for her to reach the pinnacle and fall over the edge. A hoarse bellow ripped out of her throat, a noise that sounded more animalistic than human. Her pussy convulsed, causing a surge of juices to coat her fingers.

  Instead of slowing down, she gathered momentum, determined to make herself come again. She finger-fucked herself voraciously with a speed that had her hand growing tired, but she didn’t give up.

  Just one more time.

  She imagined her men in the shower with her. She thought of their hands and mouths on her body, the way they would fuck her. The fantasy propelled her over again, thrusting her into an orgasm so strong she fell back into the wall with a grunt. But she didn’t give a damn about the discomfort or the cool feel of the tiles against her backside. Her pussy locking down, squeezing onto her fingers, felt too good to let any minor detail take away from the pleasure.

  With a silent moan, she rode the waves greedily, letting the ecstasy sweep her away for a moment. Before long, her body went limp, and she was grateful for the wall supporting her.

  She knew she had to get out before they got home, but she couldn’t find the willpower to move. Taking one shuddering breath then a second one, she told herself, “You have three gorgeous men on their way home to you. Get out of here, put your clothes on, and go seduce them.”

  That thought got her moving. She felt her desire renew, and her body came back to life. She was ready for more, ready for her men.

  Jumping out of the shower, she slid around for a second before catching her balance. She snatched up her towel and dried herself quickly then rubbed her body down with lotion, enjoying the feel of the luxurious cream against her water-warmed skin. She reached for the hair dryer, flicking on the switch and drying her hair, then pulled a brush through her tangled strands. With her time ticking away by the second, she gave up on her futile attempt to tame the frizz and applied the most minimal makeup. Her men loved her without artifice. Damn, I’m lucky. They love me the way I am.

  With a long sigh, she stepped into the black, boy-short panties before pulling them up her legs, over her hips, and settling them in their proper place. She rolled the lace topped sheer stockings up one leg, the soft material gliding softly over her skin, and attached it to the garter then repeated the process on the other side.

  The front door opened and a male voice called out, “Munchkin!”

  Shit! They’re home.

  Impatient to get downstairs and into their arms, she pulled on her matching black bra, situating her breasts so that she had just the right amount of cleavage. She jerked on the mesh dress with as much care as she could in her haste. Spinning around, she checked herself in the mirror. I’m good.

  With a quick fluff of her hair, she slipped her feet into her new pair of “Fuck Me” shoes and was out the door and down the stairs in a flash. The moment she spotted Drew, along with Jared and Randy, she bounded off the bottom step and leaped into his arms. “I missed you!”

  Even though he seemed surprised by her overzealous greeting, Drew caught her and kissed her thoroughly. As soon as he released her lips, she squirmed and pulled out of his arms before moving to Jared. She threw her arms around Jared, rubbing her body up against his. “And I missed you.”

  Jared chuckled. “I can see that.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him then pushed herself away, going straight into Randy’s arms. He enveloped her, his strong arms coming around her and holding her close. “I missed you, baby doll.”

  “Hey,” she said indignantly, cuddling into him and nuzzling his neck. “You stole my line, Romeo.”

  “Mmmm,” Randy hummed. “Something smells good. What’s for dinner?”

  Lifting her face, she met his eyes head on, “Besides me?”

  “Shannon,” Drew growled. “You need to heal.”

  If she hadn’t prepared herself for them to fight her, she would have chewed Drew a new one then and there. But, since she had, she chose to ignore him. Pick your battles.

  She rattled off the menu to Randy, “I made a beef tenderloin with port sauce, roasted potatoes, and steamed asparagus. For dessert, I prepared four petite molten chocolate cakes with cherries. What do you think?”

  “I think you are amazing,” Randy answered her, his lips curving up in a sinful grin.

  She smiled back at Randy naughtily, disentangling herself from his body. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she countered with a wink then patted him on the chest, turned around, and sashayed toward the kitchen. “But you will.”

  “Holy fuck,” Randy cursed, obviously just getting a glimpse of what she was wearing.

  Jared groaned his apparent approval.

  Drew grumbled, “Shit.”

  “Come on. I need…”—she trailed off deliberately, her voice lowering seductively—“to eat.”

  They all three groaned at the same time, showing off their triplet connection.

  She entered the kitchen, listening to their footsteps following closely behind her. Ready to push them further, she sauntered over to the oven and opened the door wide. She bent over, keeping her backside in their view. “Hmmm, it looks ready to me.” Rocking back, she wiggled her bottom ever so slightly. “What do you think?”

  “Something’s ready all right,” Randy stated in an edgy tone. My, my, I’m not the only one who needs to get laid around here.

  She peered over her shoulder at Randy, batting her eyelashes at him. “Can you even see from over there?” She slid over to give him a better view of the oven’s interior, spreading her legs wider and giving him a prime view of her panties. “Better?”

  Drew grumbled, “Not supposed to wear fucking panties.”

  “A little farther,” Jared instructed curtly with a harshness she’d never heard from him before.

  Shannon gasped dramatically. “Oh no! I’m letting out all the heat.” Standing up, she closed the oven door and looked around for a mitt. “I better hurry up and get it out before it burns.”

  “Something’s about to get burned,” Drew said with a growl. “And it is not the fucking food.” He stalked toward her before she’d even taken a breath.

  “You have to catch me first,” she informed him cheekily as she blew him a kiss then ran like hell.

  It took her men all of two steps to catch her. Randy came at her from the left, trapping her between him and the kitchen island to her right. Jared stepped in front of her, blocking her from going forward, and Drew moved in behind her, hindering her from escaping to the back. They had her closed in on every side.

  Jared’s nostrils flared, his eyes flashing fire at her. Yep, I’m going to get
burned. Her pussy loved her errant thought, the soft tissue drawing up then rippling downward as if seeking yet not finding. She grew damp, moisture gathering and preparing her for one of the three monster cocks vying for attention near her wanton body.

  Drew’s large, callused hand drifted into her hair, stroking methodically from her crown to the tips. The soothing caress had her body softening, and she fell into a deep trance. Needing his strong body to support her boneless one, she leaned into him.

  “Munchkin,” Drew said, his endearment rolling off his tongue fluidly and wrapping itself around her. “We have been giving you time to heal, but no more. If you think you’re ready, I will trust you to know your own body.”

  “Thank you,” she squeaked.

  “Don’t thank him just yet,” Randy cautioned her forebodingly, contradicting his words with the carnal grin on his handsome face.

  Drew’s hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head backward savagely so she had to see into his face. What should have been painful was not. Her languid body went on full alert, her mind ready to beg for more. “You are in a hell of a lot of trouble with us. Going after that bastard was reckless. You knew better, and you chose to do it anyway. Now you will suffer the consequences.”

  “B–b–but,” she stammered. “I–I–I–I thought we already settled this.”

  “No,” Jared denied angrily and, for once, she was glad that she couldn’t see his face. “Your dangerous stunt will not go without punishment, Shannon. You did agree to not risk your life again, but this happened prior to the start of our negotiations.”

  “That reminds me. We need to finish that conversation and finalize the rules,” Randy said, straying from the topic.

  Shannon tenaciously latched onto Randy’s change of subject. “Yes, we do. How about now?”

  “Not now.” Drew’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling the strands painfully. The pleasure from that edge of pain caused her to moan as agonizing lust coalesced inside her body and sped straight for her pussy. “We have more important things to do.”

  Drew slammed his lips onto hers, his tongue plundering into her mouth as he ravaged and devoured everything he came in contact with. He devastated her body and destroyed her mind with his rough kiss, leaving her no room to fight him. He possessed, he dominated. And she loved every second of it.

  Jared pressed his body against hers, grabbing her by the hips and grinding the evidence of his arousal against her. He lowered his head to the side of her exposed neck, nibbling on the hypersensitive flesh.

  She trembled and moaned into Drew’s mouth, but he wouldn’t allow her to pull away. He took his assault on her mouth to a whole new level, going from fierce to merciless. This man was unrestrained, pouring every emotion into his kiss—anger, desperation, love, fear. It was all there for her, showing her what she’d done with her hasty actions.

  Her heart broke for him, for all of them. She’d made a decision to do something that protected them physically but nearly decimated their souls. Giving herself over to his domination, she let him punish her mouth as he would her body.

  She didn’t fear her impending punishment. She understood it, understood them. With their fear and anger came the need to unleash all those pent-up emotions. They had to reestablish their place as her men, and she would let them.

  “Time to move her,” Randy instructed his brothers edgily, revealing a dominant streak she hadn’t seen before. His brothers loosened their grips on her burning body and let her go.

  Randy hoisted her on the kitchen island she had thankfully cleaned earlier. He opened her legs wide and pushed between them, his erection poking her through her sodden panties.

  She rocked her hips forward, bringing her pussy closer to him and meeting the hard line of his jean-covered cock. “God, I want you.”

  Randy shook his head. “Not yet, but later,” he assured her, cupping her neck with his hand and pulling her forward for a devastating, mind-numbing kiss.

  Shannon heard Drew order, “Jared, get the blindfold, and Randy, get two sets of handcuffs.” But she ignored him and hoped Randy would, too. Of course, he didn’t. Randy pulled back then followed his brother’s instructions.

  Shannon peered at her men, expecting them to leave the kitchen. She was wrong. To her shock, Jared yanked open a drawer then pulled out a blindfold, and Randy went in the pantry and came out with two sets of handcuffs.

  Excitement zinged through her body swiftly, a shudder not far behind it. “You guys have handcuffs and a blindfold in here?”

  Drew strolled around the kitchen, picking up items as he went. “With you around, we never know when and where we are going to need them.”

  “So, you have them everywhere?” she asked as she strained to see what Drew collected, but Randy and Jared returned too quickly. Damn it.

  None of them answered her. I’ll take that as a yes.

  “Lie back,” Jared instructed her, the command in his tone more than enough to make her comply. She acquiesced easily and without question. The cool marble shocked her system as she lay down on her back. She jolted, a shiver blowing through her body. “Oh!”

  The men didn’t bat an eyelash. They continued with their erotic preparations, and her arousal kicked up a notch as she realized she had no control, no power. It was just their dominance, and her submission.

  Randy grabbed her left wrist, snapping one handcuff around it then pulling her arm down to attach the other handcuff to a drawer handle.

  She felt her eyes widen. “Whoa! What the bloody hell are you doing handcuffing me to the countertop? It’s cold and hard, damn it.”

  Before Randy could respond, Jared silently lifted her head up and slipped the blindfold over her head. “There. You can’t be so damn nosy if you can’t see.”

  “Fuck you,” she snarled, flinging her free arm toward his voice. A stern hand halted her in midswing, manacling her.

  “How many times do I have to tell you this? You will,” Randy responded bluntly. Cold metal came around her wrist followed by a click. Then yet again he drew her arm down and fastened the handcuff to something with a snick, presumably the other drawer handle.

  A large, looming presence materialized at her head. She couldn’t see him, but she could sense him just the same. He placed several items around her before she heard his footsteps restart and then fade away. A noisy sound came from the direction of the refrigerator. Icemaker?

  “No,” she shouted, twisting her body and kicking her feet. “Oh, God no! No ice, damn it! That’s fucking torture.”

  Three chuckles surrounded her—one reappearing at her head, one on her left, and one on her right. She recognized those laughs. Drew was the man at her head while Jared was on her right and Randy on her left.

  “I don’t recall asking you,” Drew informed her coolly.

  “Bastard,” she sneered.

  Another round of dark chuckles came from them.

  “I love it when she fights us,” Randy commented from his spot beside her, talking to his brothers as though she weren’t in the room. “She’s so damn cute when she’s pissed off—even when it’s all for show.”

  “That she is,” Jared agreed from the other side. “I don’t know who she thinks she’s fooling. She doesn’t want us to stop being dominant. It just amuses her to pretend that she has a shred of control with us. If we quit, she would probably explode.”

  “Or beg us to spank her ass again,” Randy murmured. “She seems to like that a lot.”

  Shannon harrumphed indignantly.

  Jared chuckled. “She likes anything that involves us dominating and her submitting.”

  “Thank God for that,” Drew said. “It makes me fucking hot to fight her and her sexy temper.”

  “Hell, it drives me wild when her hotheaded nature gets the best of her,” Randy remarked. “I love watching her cute little ass squirm.” He laughed. “Tonight is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when her temper gets a load of the things we have planned for her
punishment.”

  She trembled, ready to get this show rocking and rolling. The jackasses were right. It got her off to fight them. Just like it got them off to force her to submit. They were an odd quad, but it worked for them.

  “Nothing to say?” Drew asked, apparently trying to provoke her into getting in more trouble.

  She snapped her jaw shut, refusing to speak to them again and give them more ammunition against her. In the dark silence, she waited, not that she had a clue what the hell she waited for. But still she held back, ceding control to them completely.

  Several moments ticked by and nothing, no speaking and no actions. And then the punishment began.

  Chapter 32

  Snip. Snip. Snip.

  Lying atop the rock-hard, marble island in the middle of her men’s kitchen, she listened as one of the men cut down the middle of her dress. “Hey! Stop that! This is new, damn it,” she fussed as she resisted and tugged at the handcuffs restraining her.

  Yet the cold metal of the scissors continued to brush her skin as it chopped its way down to the hem. With each snip, the fabric of her mesh dress fell to the side, revealing more of her bra and panties to the three men surrounding her. Even blindfolded, she could feel their fevered eyes on her.

  “So beautiful,” Jared praised, his reverent voice coming from her right side. “Damn, your body is perfect.”

  “She’ll be even more beautiful if we can get rid of these,” Randy said from her left. A hand, presumably his, touched the cup of her bra. “And these.” He brushed a hand across the damp satin covering her pussy.

  Shannon whimpered as her back arched, but the handcuffs stopped her, controlling how far she could move. “She needs more.”

  Disregarding her words, a hand slipped under one side of her panties, and a second hand slid underneath the other side. Working perfectly in sync, the two rough hands pushed the soft material over her hips. She lifted up, helping them get her panties past her ass. Without a pause, they slid her underwear the rest of the way off her.

  One snip then another snip distracted her. “What the fuck? Are you cutting my bra, too? That was expensive, asshole.” And, if you are cutting it, worth every penny of it.