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

by Jennifer August

She ground her hips, looking for fingers or whips or anything to stimulate her further. She was on the cusp of an orgasm. One thrust, one lash could make her come and release the tension pushing inside of her.

  Her back was surrounded by heat and steely, hair-roughened legs.

  Noah.

  He gripped her chin and pulled her head backward until the crown brushed his stiff cock.

  He slipped something inside her mouth, teasing her tongue with the taste of leather.

  She tried to capture the object, but he withdrew it too fast then stepped back.

  As she pondered what it could have been, Gabriel’s hands returned to her pussy, spread her open, and delved inside just as the leather strap of Noah’s whip lashed her back.

  All sound, even that within her own body disappeared, leaving her with only the tactile sensation of being finger-fucked and whipped at the same time. Her world slowed as she gleefully absorbed the strokes Noah administered, arching her back and silently pleading for more while trying to jam her soaking wet pussy down onto Gabriel’s stiff, intruding fingers.

  He was gentle but firm as he worked her cunt. He had three fingers inside of her, spread wide and pumping slowly, teasing her to the edge then stilling as if he knew she hovered at the precipice.

  She whimpered in frustration and slid her legs farther apart, hoping to take more of him inside of her.

  Instead, he withdrew.

  The whipping stopped.

  She dropped her head in defeat, knowing she wasn’t going to come.

  Not yet.

  The whip tapped her left outer thigh then her right. She struggled to pull herself up then Gabriel was there, his hands cupping her torso and helping her.

  It was then she realized her arms were trembling, nearly weak with the effort it took to remain in position.

  Using their normal signal for a break, Madelyn lifted two fingers on her left hand. As soon as she felt the responding approval tap of the whip on her butt, she gratefully dropped her arms, shaking them out as pinpricks of sensation raced through her.

  Not asleep, exactly, but definitely feeling the effects of their forced arrangement. When the feeling fully returned, she surreptitiously swiped at the moisture dribbling down her chin. Thankfully not too much. Maybe Gabriel hadn’t noticed.

  She assumed the position again, but Noah’s whip tapped her arms. Confused, she lowered them. He pulled her elbows together behind her back, making her tits arch out. Satin-soft fabric wrapped around her skin, binding her arms together. She clutched the ball tighter.

  Damn, she wished she could see. Or hear.

  She missed the words the most.

  She missed the sound of their masculine, clipped voices ordering her around and forcing her to do their bidding.

  Humiliating me.

  She shivered as her mind began to fill in what she was missing, taunting herself in both men’s voices.

  Spread your legs, slut. Wider! Good whore. You like being bound, don’t you? Being at our mercy. Knowing we can do anything we want to your body.

  She undulated in response and emitted tiny moans that sounded like the wind rushing through trees in her near-deaf head.

  The whip stroked her again. Tap, tap, tap on her ass, up along her back, and down her shoulders and arms. She tensed, knowing he was about to come to her front.

  Madelyn caught her breath as the leather snapped at her stomach and thighs, the licks meandering all over her body. He tagged her breasts a couple of times, though he stayed well away from her nipples, for which she was grateful. They were overly sensitive from Gabriel’s tender-rough handling.

  She frowned. Where was he?

  The whip continued to snap fire over her abdomen and legs.

  Suddenly, the flogger came down on her back, and she swayed in surprised response. Once more, Noah’s meaty hand saved her from toppling onto her side.

  He’d allowed Gabriel to strike her?

  The knowledge shocked and pleased her.

  Beneath the mask, she squinched her eyes tighter and concentrated on the pair of whips assaulting her.

  If they kept this up, she was going to come so hard, they’d need a wet-dry vac to clean the carpet.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “I swear, Gabriel, if she could smile, it’d be as big as Texas.”

  Gabriel chuckled but didn’t take his eyes off Madelyn, kept his concentration on the flogger and her flesh.

  Good, exactly what Noah had expected. Allowing him to whip her had been the right decision.

  “How wet was she?”

  “Sopping,” Gabriel grunted. “Hot and wet and damn near sucked the skin off my fingers.”

  Noah smiled. “Yeah, she gets like that.” He crossed his lashes, working his way along her tits and stomach down to her pussy. With careful, precisely placed strokes, he hit either side of her bare pussy, staying away from her lips or clit. He wasn’t ready for her to come just yet, and one good touch would likely do it, especially the way she was moaning.

  “One thing about Madelyn is her affinity for name calling and degradation. To an extent, though.”

  “Yeah, I picked up on the whole slut, whore, cunt thing,” Gabriel said, his mouth tight. “I can probably accommodate that. What other kind of stuff, though?”

  “Hair pulling, face slapping—but not too hard,” he warned. “She will not only allow you to go too far, she’ll egg you on with her smart mouth.” He winked at Gabriel. “That’s one reason I try to keep it filled all the damn time. She knows just which buttons to push and make me forget my plans for her. I’ll lay into her ass and bam! She comes like she’s a water faucet.”

  Gabriel stopped flogging her and stared incredulously. “You’re kidding.”

  Noah shook his head. “Nope. You’ll see.” He, too, rested his whip and rubbed at his arm. They’d been on her for a good fifteen minutes nonstop.

  Madelyn tipped her head up and to the side, trying to figure out where they were and what was coming next.

  “She’s probably going crazy because she can’t hear us, too.” Noah set the whip down and looked at Gabriel, one brow lifted. “I’m surprised she was so wet. Usually, she needs the audible stimulation as well as the physical.”

  The other man nodded. “Maybe it’s because there are two of us.”

  “Hm. Maybe.” He wasn’t convinced. He’d been watching her when Gabriel first started touching her. When he put his lips to her ear and spoke, the expression on her face had been one of sensual need and craving.

  Gabriel touched her in a different way than he did, on some deeper level. He was man enough to know it bothered the shit out of him, but he also realized he couldn’t do one damn thing about it.

  Gabriel skirted her and stood next to him, looking down. “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” His voice throbbed with passion and awe.

  Noah took in Madelyn’s glowing, striped body. The normal pale hue now shone rosy and dampened with sweat. Her inner thighs were coated with a sheen of her sweet pussy juices.

  As they watched, her lower lips trembled and pulsed.

  “She is desperate to be fucked,” Noah remarked.

  Gabriel nodded. “Good, cause I’m ready to fuck her.” He looked up, eyes a little wide and cleared his throat. “Uh, how does this work, anyway? Do we flip a coin to see who goes first?”

  The unexpected question, asked so seriously and with a hint of little-boy trepidation, made Noah laugh loudly. “No,” he said when he finally caught his breath. “No, you’ll take her first, wherever you want.”

  Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Wherever? Anywhere?”

  Noah knew immediately what he was thinking and nodded. “Yeah, anywhere. She likes anal sex. Something about the way the pain and pleasure meld when she’s being drilled in the ass. But…” He frowned and crossed his arms. “She’s never taken anyone as long as you. I won’t see her physically hurt for real, so if you intend to fuck her ass, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot of prep.”

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bsp; A flush darkened his cheeks and Gabriel nodded. “Absolutely. I don’t want her hurt for real, either.” He gave a crooked grin. “Damn, that sounds weird.”

  Noah smiled in return. “Yeah, but you get it, that’s what matters.”

  They looked down at Madelyn again, and Noah caught the frown forming on her face. At least, he was pretty sure it was a frown. She was growing unhappy with the lack of contact.

  “She’s getting impatient. How should we handle that?”

  Gabriel tapped his finger against his bottom lip, one brow lifting up and down in contemplation. Finally, he nodded once sharply. “Grab our whips, give her a flurry of strokes, then pull her up and onto the bed to fuck the senses out of her.”

  “Excellent plan. Mask on or off?”

  “Off, I think. Unless you want to fuck her mouth through the ring?”

  “Nah,” Noah said. “I hate that damn thing. It chafes. Why do you want to take the mask off?”

  Gabriel’s grin was slow and devilish. “I’m looking forward to getting a little rougher with the slut, and I want her to know it.”

  Noah’s cock throbbed in response, and he clapped Gabriel on the shoulder. “Perfect. I think you have this Dom shit down.”

  “Not all of it, but I’m getting there.” Gabriel bent and picked up his flogger and stepped around to her back again. He grinned over her head. “In addition to the books, I read a lot of stuff on the website you sent me to last night. That’s a damn fascinating site.”

  Noah shook his head. “Yeah, but you have to be careful. We’ll tell you about it later. Ready?”

  “Yep.”

  “On three. One. Two. Three.”

  Both men brought their whips down on her at the same time, a move she clearly was not expecting. A shriek wrenched from her wide-open lips, and her body jerked and froze then she shuddered uncontrollably.

  “Well, well,” Noah said as he trailed his whip down to her pussy. “I think the slut just came.”

  “Tsk, tsk, and without permission, too.”

  The look of malicious glee on Gabriel’s face was priceless and Noah felt another surge of lust.

  His little sub was going to enjoy being dominated by Gabriel, and he was going to enjoy watching.

  Noah doubled his strokes in both tempo and force. “Harder,” he ordered Gabriel.

  Immediately, his pace increased as well. “How much longer?” he asked, panting.

  “One more minute.” Noah checked his watch, casually slicing at her left and right, making sure she couldn’t predict where his leather would land. Far from dodging, he didn’t want her anticipating and moving into his range when he wasn’t ready for her.

  “Fifteen seconds.”

  He picked up the speed again, concentrating on the space between her tits and her pussy.

  She bucked and thrashed between them.

  Gabriel backed up and crouched a bit lower, his arm moving with blurring speed.

  “Time!” Noah shouted.

  He held his breath then released it in a relieved rush as Gabriel instantly stilled his arm and stepped forward. He grabbed Madelyn by the tie binding her wrists together and hauled her to her feet.

  She struggled a moment, pulling against him, but he slapped her left tit hard.

  Her back bowed away, and Noah crowded her from the other side.

  Together they towed her to the bed and pushed her face down.

  She landed with a bouncing oomph, sprawled edge to edge and leaving no room for either of them.

  Gabriel shoved her hip aside, clambered onto the bed, and tugged her backward. Noah filled in the space at her head as the other man flipped the latch on the mask and pulled it gently from her head.

  Madelyn blinked rapidly, eyes obviously trying to readjust to the light.

  Her raven hair was matted to her head in limp, sweaty tendrils, and a red crease ran down the left side of her face where the mask pressed into her skin.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Gabriel said. He tipped her head to meet his eyes. “Come on, focus, sweet girl. That’s it.” His croon was soft and gentle, but Noah saw the tension threading his shoulders.

  Gabriel’s expression turned sorrowful. “Now, you came without permission.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t try to bluster out of it.

  “Yes, Sir, I did.”

  Her head drooped, but he pulled her back, his other hand wrapping into her mass of hair. “Ah, ah, I didn’t say you could quit looking at me, did I?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice was hesitant, cautious. Her hips undulated on the bed.

  Noah smiled.

  “And admitting your wrongdoing does not get you out of trouble.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Then you’ll understand why I punish you when it happens.”

  She stilled. “When? Not now?”

  Gabriel’s face remained stark and impassive as he nodded. “Just as you don’t top from the bottom, you do not dictate the terms of your punishment, including place and time.” He chucked her under the chin as he released her head and slid off the side of the bed. “Who knows? You’re such a slut that tonight at dinner I might feel the need to strip your clothes off, bind you hand and foot, and whip your tits until you beg for mercy.”

  Her entire body suffused with pink, and Noah nodded his approval. That was exactly the way to keep her off-kilter and in a heightened state of arousal.

  The Council had been right when they pegged him as a natural Dom.

  “In the restaurant?” she squeaked and began lifting to her knees. “You can’t!”

  Gabriel’s hand came down hard and fast on her ass, leaving a hell of a print. She flattened back to the bed. He shoved his face close to hers. “I can do whatever the hell I want to you, slut, remember that. Your whore’s body is mine to use as I see fit, and if I wish to show the entire restaurant what a disobedient brat you are, then I will. Got it?”

  The air crackled with the challenge. Madelyn’s breath came in huge gasps that lifted her tits from the bed, and Noah saw the confusion in her eyes.

  This Gabriel wasn’t acting like the well-mannered gentleman he’d been up to this point.

  He was acting like a Dom with a submissive bent on challenging him at every avenue and one who was damn tired of it.

  “Yes, Sir,” she finally whispered.

  Gabriel didn’t move, but continued to stare at her for a long, hard moment. Another visible shudder rippled over her.

  Somewhere, probably the boardroom, the man perfected the art of silent intimidation.

  The tactic worked brilliantly on Madelyn. He was surprised and a little annoyed he hadn’t thought of it. After ten years with her, he believed he knew every nuance and way to challenge her. Obviously, he was wrong.

  Finally, Gabriel rose again and propped his hands on his hips. “It’s time you begin making restitution for your behavior. Get on your hands and knees and show proper respect to Noah’s cock.”

  She scrambled into position, meeting his eyes for the first time.

  Noah was astounded when she blushed. Blushed.

  He lifted a brow, and she bent her head, exposing the fragile column of her neck. Her supplication made his erection even harder.

  Gabriel moved at the foot of the bed, arms still crossed, the frown continuing to crease his brow. “An apology is in order, slut.”

  Her face flushed again, but pique showed in her eyes when she lifted them. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  The mulish, forced apology did not suit either man.

  Gabriel brought both palms down on her thighs, just beneath the crease of her ass.

  Her eyes went wide, and she gave a tiny shriek followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.”

  “Try again.”

  A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she wiped it away with her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  That apology was much more sincere.

  Noah favored her with a smile as he stroked her chin. She relaxed infinit
esimally beneath his touch. He scooted to the headboard and splayed his legs around her. Cupping his cock, he stroked softly up and down, fingers featherlight along the head and cut underside where he was so damn sensitive.

  “Come up here and take my dick in your mouth. Show Gabriel what a good slut you are.”

  Her hips rolled with his words, and she smiled as she lowered her head. When her cherry-red lips wrapped warmly over the head of his cock, he sucked in a sharp breath of appreciation.

  “Oh yeah, use that whore’s mouth on me.”

  She rewarded him by taking him deep into her throat, milking him with her muscles.

  The bed swayed as Gabriel climbed on behind her.

  When his big hands clutched her hips, Noah shifted his own, shoving more of his length into her mouth. She gagged slightly and tried to pull back, but he kept her down with a light hand to the back of her head.

  “Oh no, you’ll take it. Just like you took Gabriel’s cock yesterday.”

  She surged again and her body swayed.

  He shared a smug look with Gabriel.

  Noah nodded toward her ass. “Nice graffiti.”

  Gabriel traced the still vivid handprint. “Yeah, looks good.” Then his fingers slipped between her legs, and her movement stopped.

  The suction on his dick grew so intense, he almost pulled her off.

  “Don’t stop what you’re doing. Noah keeps telling me what a great slut you are. I want to see for myself. You keep sucking his cock and don’t lose concentration while I fuck you.”

  * * * *

  It was all the warning he gave. Gabriel slammed the entire length of his rigid dick into Madelyn’s sweet warmth and nearly gasped at the grasping, exotic pleasure of being inside her.

  She tried to pull away, but he kept her firmly in place then reached around and grabbed onto her tits. He held her loosely, but with enough pressure to remind her who was in charge.

  Noah groaned and stroked her hair, his eyes half-closed with satisfaction.

  “She doing right by you, man?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Noah panted. “I don’t ever remember her mouth being so good.” He arched and his nostrils flared. Satisfaction swirled over his face. “Damn, the bitch is going to milk me dry.”