Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

  An answering smile lifted her lips, and she edged the dress upward, thrusting out a leg. “Like what you see?”

  Falling back into the norm the usual made her feel better right away. Flirting was easy and nonthreatening.

  “Absolutely,” he said and cupped her thigh, just behind the knee.

  She shivered again, this time from the rush of heat and excitement his touch afforded her.

  “I think that’s a good idea,” Noah said. “In fact, I think we should go upstairs and distract ourselves from this damnable mess.”

  Gabriel’s head snapped as he rose, eagerness on his face. “Fine, but this time I want a piece of the action.” He winked at Madelyn. “That is, if you think I’m ready to tan your sweet hide.”

  Her pussy moistened, and she licked her lips, swaying against his hard chest. She rubbed her breasts along the knit of his T-shirt, pleased when his nipples tightened beneath the blue cotton.

  “I think you’re more than ready, Sir.”

  His cock reared against her leg in response, and she chuckled. Turning, Madelyn held her hand out to Noah. “Don’t you agree he’s ready, my love?”

  Tight lines bracketed his mouth and eyes, and she caught a glint of gray in his hair which startled her. She’d not noticed so much when they first arrived on the island. Had she been looking, though?

  Had the events of recent years begun to take their toll physically on her lover? Her heart stopped then sped up with fear, and she leaned in to kiss him gently. “Come, mon coeur, I want you two to take me upstairs and treat me like a naughty little slut.”

  She was gratified her sultry, whispered words caused his cock to react, too.

  “Brat,” was all he said and pulled her toward the elevator bank.

  She grinned because she knew she was. They’d often discussed the thin line of difference between a brat and a SAM. While she was definitely a smart-ass and a masochist, she didn’t back down when ruffling her Dom’s feathers. Didn’t apologize and stammer when threatened with punishment for her outrageous, often audacious behaviors. No indeed, she relished the whippings, the sensual tortures inflicted on her, and did all she could to incite those retributions.

  The gleaming brass doors slid open as they approached, and she looked up at the floor indicator, checking the direction of the car. Then she felt silly because the lobby was on the ground floor and they couldn’t go farther unless a restricted employee key was used to go to the basement.

  As she watched, a large crowd pushed its way into the car, filling it up almost immediately.

  Gabriel pulled back on her arm and shared a look with Noah. “We’ll wait,” he said firmly.

  She hid her smile and nodded docilely. He was already acting like a Dom. Sort of. She planned to be quite the feisty brat when they returned to their room. The morning’s events had her on edge with a rising fury of need she briefly thought about battling, then decided to hell with it.

  She would let them whip it out of her.

  Already, she felt better. And wet. Her pussy practically dripped with the anticipation of being on her knees and submitting to these two men.

  Another elevator arrived and they moved into it, followed by six other people. Gabriel and Noah set their backs against the rear of the car and pulled her between them. She huffed air at her bangs and eyed each man quizzically but neither looked down. Instead, they eyed the people surrounding them.

  The men surrounding them, she realized.

  Oh, for heaven’s sake.

  “Knock it off,” she muttered to Noah.

  He didn’t budge nor did the stony set of his jaw ease one iota.

  One of the guys in front turned around and smiled at her, then raised his glance to Noah. “She’s beautiful, man.”

  Noah remained silent.

  The guy didn’t take the hint. “She available? You know, is she a sub you share?”

  She didn’t know how Noah managed to stand any stiffer, but he did and his fists clenched at his side.

  “No,” Gabriel said, voice silky yet lethal. “She’s not.”

  The man, whom Madelyn decided must be drunk, wasted, stupid, or all three, did not quite grasp the response. “I was talking to him.”

  My God, how long is this elevator ride? She frantically stared up at the numbers. Two floors to go. The car shuddered to a stop, and she gasped then nearly wilted with relief as the doors opened and the other five trooped out.

  “Deke, come on, let’s go.”

  Deke, how charming, didn’t look as if he wanted to go anywhere and certainly not alone.

  He leaned a little closer and she caught the sweet scent of marijuana.

  Two seconds later, he was sprawled on his ass, staring stupidly at Noah and Gabriel as the doors closed.

  They grinned at each other like victorious Neanderthals, and she rolled her eyes then swatted each of them on the butt.

  They turned as one, mirrored expressions of annoyance on their faces.

  Oh, great. Taunt the tiger, pay the price. But isn’t that what I’m looking for?

  The car stopped again, and she pushed past them, stalking down the hall to their suite. Noah was on her heels, his muscled breadth pressing into her back as she came to a stop by their door.

  She could feel his steady stare as she waited, foot tapping, for him to fish out the key card and let them in.

  Noah’s strong arm snaked around her, brushing roughly along her breast and nipple as he opened the door. “Get in. Strip. Kneel.”

  Madelyn pushed past him, tearing her dress from her body as she went. The door clicked behind her, and as her knees met the soft scrub of carpet, she heard the sharp snap of the dead bolt turning.

  She’d chosen the spot in the center of the living room where she could look out the large picture window onto the sea.

  The view did not calm her at all.

  Her emotions roiled and heaved like a boat on a storm-tossed ocean. She was confused and afraid and mad and lustful all at the same time.

  “It’s a good thing there are two of you,” she muttered.

  Noah, followed closely by Gabriel, moved in front of her. He put his hands on his hips and rocked back on the heels of his loafers. “Why is that?”

  She looked up, eyes wide and full of innocence, mouth parted in a perfect O. She knew she looked as sweet as a teaspoon of sugar. She met Gabriel’s gaze head-on.

  “Because I need you to spank me, then whip me.” Her glance bounced to Noah. “And you to fuck me like a slut.”

  But Noah was shaking his head. “Darlin’, you don’t call the shots, remember? No, I think a little something extra is called for here.”

  She went instantly wary. “Like what?”

  His grin was just this side of malevolent. “You’ll see.” Then his brow hitched up, emphasizing the humor in his green eyes. “Well, actually, you won’t see.”

  Now she got really nervous. “What are you talking about? What is he talking about?” she repeated to Gabriel when Noah didn’t respond.

  She twisted to watch him open the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom but couldn’t see what he pulled out. Moments later he returned and her heart dropped.

  In his hands he held a black, matte leather mask. One that covered not only her eyes, but her ears as well, down her neck and up along her chin. There was a strap which dangled from the left side that could come up and over her mouth. Or, if Noah so chose, a rubber ring could be inserted into the strap which forced her mouth wide open. To be used as he saw fit.

  Her gaze moved to Gabriel’s prominent bulge, and she licked her lips. How she wanted to be face-fucked by his massive length again. When he’d gone animalistic on her yesterday and shoved his dick into her mouth, wouldn’t let her breathe or pull away, she’d come harder than she’d ever remembered.

  But it wasn’t just the length of cock choking her, she’d been mesmerized by the tenderness in his eyes as he gently cajoled her into taking more than she’d ever thought possible.

>   Brute force coated in sweet words of encouragement.

  Her pussy ached and throbbed, her lower lips pounding with lust-laced adrenaline.

  “If I refuse?”

  Noah’s brow shot upward.

  Not surprising, since she never refused his requests.

  “Why would you?”

  The question came from Gabriel.

  “Wearing the mask would make me more vulnerable.” Her reply was deliberate, a ploy to see how he would react. Would he go super Dom, force her head back, and slam the mask over her face despite her tepid protest? Or would he back down and give in? Let her have her way this time?

  Disappointment shafted through her at the mere possibility.

  He hunkered down in front of her and stared at her hard. “Noah has already warned me of your tendency to try and top from the bottom. I may be new, kitten, but I’m not a pushover. You’ll wear the mask because we wish it. There is no refusal. So, it either goes on easy or hard. You do have a choice there.”

  He reached out and cupped her tit, thumb and forefinger closing gently around her nipple. “Be aware I also know a few of your dislikes and will not hesitate to use them as punishment.” His grip tightened ever so slightly, but enough to bring a wince to her face. “Understand?”

  Madelyn nodded quickly, and he let go of her throbbing nipple. Her sigh of relief was from the release and the knowledge he wasn’t going to wimp out on her.

  Her pussy pulsed even harder.

  Gabriel rose and took the mask from Noah then shoved it in his pocket. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

  She watched him stroll into the bathroom, then craned her neck to look up at Noah, who had his arms crossed loosely over his chest and a small grin on his face.

  “What’s so funny?” she whispered.

  “I’m going to enjoy this, darlin’,” he said. “You’ve been such a brat to me the last few sessions despite the punishments I administer. I think a new, fresh perspective is going to set you on fire.” His eyelid slid down in a low, lazy, wicked wink. “And I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.”

  She stuck her tongue out and shifted on the carpet. Her knees tingled at the movement, and she reached down to rub the bare skin above them.

  “You just have to push it, don’t you?” Gabriel’s tone was sharp, disapproving.

  “I was just—”

  He cut his hand through the air, and she fell silent. Behind her, Noah chuckled.

  Oh, she was going to give him a piece of her mind when this assignment was done and Gabriel gone from their lives.

  Her heart skidded like gravel under tires. She found it suddenly difficult to regain her equilibrium as a wash of anxiety hit her. She scoffed at herself. Three days was not long enough to form an attachment. Is it? They hadn’t even had a real, in-depth scene.

  Madelyn swallowed hard, breath shaky and nerves taut.

  Gabriel moved behind her, and she tensed, preparing for the blows she just knew he was going to administer to her ass.

  Instead, his fingers gently combed through her hair, pulling the long ends from her shoulders to cascade down her back. She tipped her head in appreciation. His fingers felt gentle and relaxing on her scalp.

  He continued to pull through her hair then patted her butt. “Like that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Thought so.”

  There was another movement and shift. She wished she could see, but the water broke the reflection of the window and all she could make out were their hulking forms behind her.

  The gentle glide of her brush slid through her hair, and she gasped then moaned.

  Gabriel chuckled. “You’re a very sensual woman, Madelyn. Not just in the pain arena, but all levels. You like to be touched and caressed.”

  How had he discovered that so quickly about her? She bit her lip and resisted the impulse to turn and find Noah’s face, to see how he was absorbing that information.

  It had been their secret for so long, never shared with clients.

  Most didn’t care enough to delve beneath the surface, and others, while they may have picked up on it, were too involved in their own needs to worry over hers.

  “Relax,” Gabriel whispered and continued to brush her hair, and she softly undulated beneath his touch. His stroke stilled at the bottom of her hair with every downward pull.

  Her eyelids drifted closed, and she concentrated on the soft tug of the bristles combing through her hair.

  Madelyn heard a different movement behind her. It sounded like the snap of a rubber band. She opened her eyes in time to see darkness descend as Gabriel placed the mask over her head.

  With smooth, efficient movements, he pulled the mask down, adjusted the strap, and fitted the ring into her mouth.

  She was effectively blind, deaf, and mute.

  Panic flared. She was not bound, she could surge to her feet, tear the mask free.

  But she wouldn’t. Because being this helpless, at their mercy like this, thrilled her in dark ways which had her entire body on high sexual alert.

  Something round was stuffed into her left hand and the rubber mask tugged away from her ear.

  Soft, warm lips caressed the outer shell, sending shivers racing through her. His warm tongue traced the hollow of her ear before he nipped sharply at her lobe.

  Who was it?

  Gabriel? Noah?

  Madelyn was shocked she could not tell.

  She always knew Noah’s touch.

  Her heart rate increased.

  “Since you can’t speak, lift your right hand for slow down. Drop the ball for stop. Understand?”

  Gabriel.

  She nodded, breathing heavily through her open mouth. Swallowing was a little more difficult, a touch uncomfortable. Part of the mask’s allure, of course.

  She worried suddenly about drooling. That would not be very ladylike. She hoped she didn’t. She really would not like Gabriel to see such a thing from her.

  The rubber snapped back over her ear, and his warmth disappeared from her side.

  The sudden silence overwhelmed her. She’d only been in the mask once, and Noah had tucked the ear flaps behind so she could still hear his verbal commands and degradations.

  Such things played a huge role in her enjoyment.

  She tried to lick her lips, tasting rubber instead. Madelyn lifted her hands to her mouth only to find her wrists quickly manacled by strong hands.

  Tingles ran through her flesh, and she knew Gabriel held her. He pulled her hands down to her sides, then up and behind her head, forcing her to cup the base of her neck. She almost dropped the ball, but managed to retain control and pushed it against her nape.

  His fingers lightly trailed upward from her hips to her now-exposed armpits, and she wiggled to get away from the tickling.

  He repeated the caress, this time on both sides, eliciting a choking laugh from her. In her muted ears, the sound was high-pitched and grating.

  She tried to still the noise.

  Gabriel cupped her tits, his hands palming her almost completely. She felt his fingers encircle all of her tit flesh and squeeze. Her nipples burned along his palms as he continued to increase the pressure.

  He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, the repetitive motion teasing her skin into heightened sensitivity.

  Her breathing became harsh and erratic as the sensations built stronger and bordered on real pain.

  Just when she thought she might raise her right hand, he stilled.

  She waited, but he didn’t let go of her.

  Suddenly, the soft lash of Noah’s poly flogger swept along her back, and she arched right into Gabriel’s hands.

  He took advantage and squeezed lightly, his fingers sliding off her tits just enough to encircle the flesh around her nipples.

  Noah gave her another stroke and Gabriel squeezed.

  She arched and then retreated.

  The men kept up their dual combat until the pleasure
of the flogger began to meld with the sweet pain of her nipples.

  Madelyn moaned and thrust forward, surprising herself and apparently Gabriel because he didn’t clamp around her tits as he had been. She pushed back at Noah, gratified to feel the flogger sweep along her back.

  The soft, slight prickles were like an obstinate, just-out-of-reach itch she couldn’t scratch. It was damned frustrating.

  Gabriel’s hands fell from her breasts and cupped the quivering muscles of her inner thighs and slowly, inexorably pushed her legs apart.

  Her knees skidded on the carpet but thankfully not enough to cause rug burn.

  Noah continued to lightly flog her from behind, the thongs licking around her ribs and snapping the undersides of her breasts. While she adored the sensation of the poly kissing her skin, she found she missed the sound it made when it landed against her. But, of course, she couldn’t tell him that. Not until her mouth was freed from its rubber cage.

  As before, Gabriel stroked upward, raising goose bumps and tickling her mercilessly. His fingers ran the length of her bent leg from knee all the way to the crease of her hip. She was especially ticklish in that spot where her thighs met her pussy. She tried not to show any reaction, but he must have figured it out.

  His fingers lingered and delved into those spots, his touch light and flirtatious. She squirmed beneath his ministrations and lurched backward, nearly toppling over. Only Noah’s bare foot in the middle of her back stopped her. Gently, he eased her forward again.

  She breathed a sigh of relief and wished she could see whether Noah was proud that she did not break position, even as she fell.

  Gabriel was giving serious attention to her pussy now. He tugged at her heavy, passion-laded lower lips, pulling the flesh down until she felt a frisson of pain. He held her like that for a moment then spread her lips wide apart.

  Cool air blew along her open hole and upward to her straining, bulging clit. The blast rocked her, made her body cringe inward then explode outward in a desperate grasp for more.

  He released her, and she groaned, the sound reverberating in her head.

  Gabriel clamped down on her nipples for a quick, painful moment before letting go. A reminder.