Davies, Corinne - Steam-Driven Seduction [Steampunked Lust 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “What did you see, Kass? What do you think we need?” Julien stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.

  Cold fear raced along her limbs. If she told him, then there would be no more pretending. “I saw you with the whip,” she spat out, the anger from that night years before rushing to the surface. It was as if finally saying the words out loud unstopped a well of betrayal and inadequacy. “I saw what you did to that man. He spewed his cum on the ground after being tied down and whipped raw. It was disgusting and a nightmare.”

  “Did Julien ever tie you down, Kass?” Miguel’s voice was soft and soothing against her ear.

  “No, never.” That was the truth. He never had. She felt the rush of heat in her cheeks.

  “Did you fear that he would?” the soothing voice asked, calming her rioting emotions.

  “Perhaps, but I wasn’t strong enough for him.” Kass’s throat felt tight. “I could never do that. I wasn’t…”

  “Wasn’t what, Kass?”

  “Enough, I wasn’t enough.” Right now she hated Miguel for making her admit it. She’d never been good enough for anyone. She was an expendable pawn to her family and the one person she believed in…she hadn’t been enough for him either. “There, okay. Let’s end this charade and get on with our lives.” She shrugged off Miguel’s touch and tried to step away.

  “Are you running again, mi corazón?”

  “What do you want from me?” She looked up at Julien, who’d stepped back from her as she spoke, his face a completely unreadable mask. “Let me go.”

  He shook his head. “No. I’ll never let you go, precious. You and Miguel are mine. All this running away ends tonight.” Julien turned on his heel and marched across the room to one of the cabinets

  “He ran from me, too, you know.” Miguel gently rocked her in his arms, his accented voice a calming balm to her. “I found him not long after you left. He was in agony over loosing you and feared you misunderstood what you saw that night. I fell in love with him that very moment, much like I fell in love with you the first time I watched you raid a slave den.”

  Kass couldn’t see exactly what Julien was doing behind them, but she could hear cabinet doors opening and closing.

  “He ran from me because he feared I’d leave him, too. So I did what I could to ease his heart. I stayed out of your way but watched and made certain you never fell into the slavers’ clutches again. Not that it was hard. You’re a strong, capable woman. Watching you evolve into the woman you are today was a gift.”

  “I’m still the same inside.” Kass wanted to believe what he was saying, wanted to believe that she could, but her body shook with revulsion every time she thought of that whip. “It won’t be enough.”

  “Allowing you to hold onto your fear about an inanimate object was one of my biggest mistakes.” Julien strode across the room. He was bare chested. Black leather pants sat low on his hips and tucked into knee-high boots. From his hip hung an evil, vicious-looking whip. She shuddered and pressed back against Miguel. “The other was waiting so long to claim you again.”

  A distressed whimper echoed in the room, and it took a moment to realize that it was her making that noise. “Fear grows if it’s not nipped in the bud,” Julien continued. “It acts like a cancer in your emotions, stripping the strength and leaving great big holes overflowing with more fear.”

  Julien stepped closer to her, grabbing her hands and lacing his fingers through them. “I can’t let you cripple your emotions like that.” He lifted her fingers and pressed a kiss against them. She felt Miguel untucking her blouse from her skirt. “I love you, precious.”

  “Please don’t do this.” Even she heard the fear in her voice as Julien stepped back and Miguel wrapped his arms around her again. Kass jerked her body and tried to dislodge Miguel, but he held tight.

  “Kassandra.” Julien’s voice snapped out like a whip. “Stop that right now or I’ll tie you to the bed myself and have Miguel sit on the other side of the room.”

  Miguel slid one hand up under her blouse, stopping at the delicate underside of her breast. “Shhh, mi corazón. We’ll keep you safe. I promise you.”

  Julien knelt in front of her and lifted the front of her skirt, tucking it into the waistband. “What are you doing?”

  She jerked her leg out, but he grabbed her ankle in a firm hold. “Kick me and you’ll regret it, Kassandra.”

  Miguel continued to stroke the sensitive skin under her breasts. “He wants to see that beautiful cunt of yours. Wait ’til he sees…”

  “Good lord.” Julien’s shocked tone almost made her giggle. The fear that had been eating away at her subsided for a moment. She felt his fingers trace the small heart that was all that remained of the hair normally covering her mons. A shiver danced along her legs as Julien traced the newly bared skin.

  “Miguelito, you’re a master.” Julien stood up and grabbed a handful of Miguel’s hair. Miguel leaned over Kass and met Julien’s lips. They kissed like they hadn’t seen each other in years, and it left Kass with a warmth growing deep in her stomach. This was the passionate Julien she knew and loved.

  “Thank you.” Julien glanced down at her, and she saw his emotional mask snap back into place, but this time she wasn’t as frightened. The passionate man whom she loved was still there. Only now he was hiding.

  He reached for the whip on his hip and Kass watched as it uncoiled to the floor at his feet. It was so long, and she was standing there bared for him. She started shaking her head and wriggled in Miguel’s embrace.

  Miguel’s cock was as hard as a steel rod against her back. Is he excited at the prospect of me being hurt? He moved his hands. One splayed across her hips while the other reached lower, lightly stroking the bared seam of her pussy.

  Julien stretched and flicked out his wrist. The whip cracked, making her jump and press back against Miguel. “Nothing to fear but fear itself,” Miguel crooned in her ear. His fingers continued to stroke her, and she tried to fight the heat that he created.

  The whip snapped again, and Miguel traced his finger over the tiny bundle of nerves hidden under its delicate hood. She gasped and her hips shifted restlessly, but Miguel’s touch moved away. He brought his finger up and traced her lower lip with her own juices and then kissed her. “See, you aren’t as unaffected as you try to make us believe.”

  “It’s fear.” She looked up at Miguel’s face. He had her angled back against one arm, and she gripped his shirt to keep her balance.

  “It’s need,” he countered. Sliding his hand down her shirt, he lightly pinched her nipple through the fabric. “You know deep down that we’d never do anything to hurt you.”

  He reached between her legs and stroked her mons and inner thighs, pressing his finger in tight circles around her pussy. The whip snapped out again, and he pressed upward into her cunt. She gasped and the whip snapped again. Miguel pressed two fingers inside of her and stroked deeply. That quickly, she felt herself reaching for a pinnacle, but before she reached it, Miguel removed his fingers, leaving her feeling empty.

  “Open your eyes, Kassandra.”

  She blinked at Julien’s order, not realizing that she’d closed them. “You’re not blocking this out.”

  He twirled the whip and snapped it in the air in front of her breast. She jumped and tried to cover herself, but Miguel held her hands crossed over her stomach. Julien snapped the whip, and she watched helplessly as the front of her shirt tore. Miguel undid the button on her skirt, and it fell to a puddle at her feet, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

  Julien took a step forward, and she knew this time the strike would land. Terror ripped through her, washing away any pleasure she’d gained so far. Faster than she could see, he swung his arm and the whip lashed out toward her bared leg. She flinched, waiting for the fiery pain to radiate up from her leg, but nothing happened. The whip had wrapped around her leg but hadn’t left a mark or any discomfort.

  “A whip is nothing but an object, pre
cious.” She felt the length slide down her leg and then watched as Julien repeated the movement. This time it wrapped around her leg with a bit more force but still only tapped her skin. “The man who wields it is the one who controls it.”

  Miguel turned her in his arms, holding her so that her back was to Julien. She remembered distinctly what the whip felt like on her back. The agonizing, searing pain the slavers inflicted. They wouldn’t permanently mark her, but slavers were experts on inflicting the greatest amount of pain without marring the merchandise.

  She gripped the front of Miguel’s shirt. Terror streaked through her system. Her throat felt as though it was closing. “I can’t do this.”

  Miguel pulled her tighter against him until they were pressed together from leg to chest. He wrapped one strong arm around her torso, trapping her against him. “Do you trust us, mi corazón?” His other hand cupped her jaw. His thumb brushed away the tears that streaked down her cheeks. “Do you believe that we have your best interests at heart?”

  She thought about it for a moment. Through the haze of fear was the truth. She did believe they would keep her safe. Neither Miguel or Julien would deliberately cause her pain in order to force her to their will. They might have forced her into this spot, but if she’d truly fought back, they would have backed off.

  Miguel held completely still, watching her face as she thought about his question. She nodded her head in response.

  “I want to hear the words, loud enough so Julien can hear them as well.”

  “I love both you and Julien, and I trust you.” She spoke the words, tilting her head upward slightly to make certain Julien heard her, too. Miguel’s smile was positively angelic, which is why she wasn’t prepared for the loud crack of the whip. A lick of fire flamed from a spot on her ass.

  She jumped, still clinging to Miguel. “That’s it, mi corazón.”

  There was another crack and a burst of flame on her other ass cheek. Miguel reached down and rubbed the spot. The sting dulled into something more seductive, and something shifted in her thoughts. “Take a deep breath.”

  She did and felt the whip lie across the lower edge of her ass. A second later the fire followed and stole her breath. She gasped and wondered why she wasn’t running. The strikes burned, but she wasn’t weighted down by the humiliation she’d felt before.

  “Another one?” Miguel gathered up the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Standing there naked and exposed, holding on to a fully clothed Miguel, increased her sense of vulnerability. The whip cracked, and the tip flicked at her thigh. A trail of heat shot to her pussy, and she buried her face in Miguel’s chest.

  “No you don’t, Kassandra,” Julien barked from behind her. “I want to hear you.”

  Another crack, another lick of flames along her skin, made her gasp with pleasure she’d never expected to feel. Julien stepped behind her, trapping her between him and Miguel. “Put your arms around my neck, Kassandra.”

  She reached back and linked her fingers in the silky hair behind his neck. This forced her back to arch, and her breasts lifted. Miguel winked at her. Bending his head, he flicked his tongue over her nipple. He sank his teeth into her skin, pressing down hard enough to sting but not break the skin. The sting morphed in the same way as the flicks of the whip had, turning into liquid sensation heating up her pussy.

  Julien lifted his hand and brushed her breast with the coiled whip. The braided surface was smooth as he ran it over her puckered nipple. Miguel drew her other nipple deep into his mouth, sucking hard, creating a wave of heat up through her body. Julien let go of the coil and let it slide over her skin. He traced a path down her torso with the handle, circling around one nipple. He moved over to the other. Miguel let go of her breast and licked the handle. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it like it was Julien’s cock. Miguel dropped his hand and flicked a finger over her clit as he sucked hard on Julien’s whip.

  “Look what you have done to him, precious. He’s hungry and dying of anticipation, watching you as you accept my touch.” Kass shivered at Julien’s wording. “I do mean it that way. The tail might as well be my fingers or hand. I feel as though I’m caressing you myself when I curve my whip over your skin. My cock is throbbing and I can’t wait to sink it into you.”

  “Why are you waiting?” Kass was panting now. Miguel continued to move his fingers in little circles over the hidden nub between her legs.

  “Because you will first come the way I want you to.” Julien slipped the whip’s handle between her legs, pressing up against her opening. “You’re going to fuck my whip, precious.”

  Kass tightened her grip on Julien’s hair and bowed as she felt the handle swirl around her opening. She could feel the cream gathered there, so much the handle easily slipped inside of her.

  “Are you afraid, Kassandra?”

  “No.” She gasped and rocked her hips. The braided handle was much thinner than either Julien or Miguel’s cocks and she was used to being stretched.

  “Why not?”

  It took a great effort for her to formulate the words. “Because you’re holding it.”

  Miguel swirled his fingers around her clit with every stroke of the handle in her cunt. She curved her hips to take more, wrapping one leg around Miguel’s for leverage.

  “And that makes it part of me.” Julien cupped her breast with his other hand, holding it so Miguel could bite and suck her nipples to his heart’s content. He increased the speed, and she felt her body begin to twitch. Miguel murmured words against her breast, but she didn’t understand them. All she could feel was the whip’s handle inside of her and Miguel’s fingers manipulating her pussy.

  “Do you fear me, Kassandra? Do you fear my touch?”

  “No!” she cried out as the heat became too much for her to stand. Her hips rocked against Julien’s and Miguel’s touch. She fell backward into the inferno they created in her.

  * * * *

  Julien wanted to collapse in relief as well. He hoped he could get Kass past her fears, but there’d been some nagging doubts. She needed to know how important this aspect of his life was to him. He knew Miguel would accept a whip. Hell, the man would beg at times for it. But Kass’s fears had been so strong he wasn’t certain he could get her past them.

  He shifted and his cock rubbed against Kass’s naked ass. The damn thing throbbed inside of his pants, but it would have to wait. He wanted to make certain Kass was okay. She’d collapsed back against him as she screamed out her release and hadn’t moved since.

  Miguel lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss against Julien’s lips. “Let’s get you both to bed.”

  Julien nodded, placed the whip on the desk behind Miguel, and then scooped Kass up into his arms. “You’re coming, too?”

  Miguel wrapped his arms around Julien. “Of course. My cock aches so badly now I plan on pressing it against you so you can feel what you’ve done to me.” He lead Julien through the door to his room. Julien continued to dart looks at Kass. Her cheek lay against his chest, her hand over the bruise. Miguel stripped back the covers and gave Julien room to place Kassandra. They stripped off their clothes and crawled in behind her.

  Julien wrapped himself around Kass, and Miguel curled around his back. Sure enough, the man pressed his cock against his ass. “You’re so tempting like this, Señor.” Miguel wiggled behind him, making Julien smile. Trying to work Kass through her fear made him feel as if he’d been walking a minefield. One false step and he could’ve lost everything. He curled Kass closer to himself and rolled onto his back so Miguel could curl up on his other side. Miguel reached over and stroked her hair.

  “She’s ours now.” Miguel pressed a soft kiss filled with promises of a future together against his lips.

  “I know.” Julien settled down with Miguel on one shoulder and Kass curled up against the other. “Be warned, she wakes up grumpy.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Julien slept deeply. Mischievous imps and mermaids filled his dre
ams, teasing him with light strokes and caresses. One beautiful mermaid wrapped her silky fingers around his rock-hard cock and stroked his length as the imp curled its tongue around his balls. He could feel his body responding as he slowly came awake. No, I want to finish this dream!

  As he blinked awake the erotic sensations didn’t diminish, they grew more intense. He reached down between his legs and came in contact with the imp’s head. Satin curls flowed through his fingers. Miguel was tonguing his balls, sucking lightly on them before letting go with a soft pop.

  “Someone finally woke up.” Kass was lying down by his hip. Her soft hand stroked the length of his cock with maddening tenderness. He wrapped his fingers around hers, letting her know he preferred a firmer touch. She tightened her grip, and it felt like an electrical current danced up his spine.

  “This is a wonderful way to wake up.” He stroked Kass’s shoulder and met her gaze. She smiled up at him and leaned forward to press a kiss against his hip, a playful gesture that went far to reassure him. There was a small part of his thoughts that feared she’d be gone when they woke up. The concern had kept him up for hours, doing nothing but watching her and Miguel sleep. They’d taken up residence in his heart and soul, and he would do anything to make them happy.

  “How’s Atlantis?”

  “Everything’s running smoothly under the circumstances.” Miguel spoke as he continued to tease Julien’s sac, pausing every few words to tease him. The vibrations of his words against his sensitive skin were intoxicating. “There’s nothing. You can do. To hurry it along,”

  The incredible sensations had him widening his stance and bending one leg up, and Miguel took full advantage of the angle. Julien felt Miguel circling his anus with his thumb, awakening dormant nerves. He hadn’t been touched like this…since Miguel.

  “Oh, yes, Miguelito.” He tilted his pelvis, giving Miguel more access, which pressed his cock up against Kass’s palm. She squeezed him again and ran her tongue over the crown of his cock. He squeezed Miguel’s hair and Kass’s arm. The pleasure was incredible.