Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, anxiety in her tone.

  “No, babe, the problem is that you did it a little too right. This is supposed to be about you, not me.”

  She flashed him a flirtatious smile, growing in confidence by the second. “Doesn’t it take two?”

  Jonny scowled. “Your unlamented ex didn’t seem to think so.”

  “Let’s not talk about him.” Jonny was lying on his side and she wiggled a little closer to him. “It will spoil the mood.”

  “You’re right.” Jonny removed her hand from his chest where her finger had been drawing lazy circles across an old scar. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

  Before she could ask him any questions, he delved into a drawer and returned to the bed with a pair of fluffy restraints.

  “You wanted to be tied up.”

  “Yes, but I didn’t mean now.”

  “Why not?”

  She considered the question. “No reason, I suppose.” She paused and Jonny allowed her time to get used to the idea. It was her call. “Okay, why not. What do I have to do?”

  “As you’re told, of course.”

  She raised her eyes to heaven. “What else is new?”

  “Lift your arms above your head.” She did as he asked without question, causing Jonny to suppress a smile. She was going to make a perfect sub. He attached the restraints to the headboard and fitted them round her wrists.

  “Comfortable?”

  She wriggled about. “Yes, I’m fine. What happens now?”

  “What happens now,” he said with a wolfish grin, “is that you’re at my complete mercy.”

  Sparks of amber broke through the passion clouding her eyes. She was aroused, curious, and ready to follow wherever he led. Jonny felt like a kid let loose in a candy store, spoiled for choice as he tried to decide which part of her body to torment first.

  “Did you know,” he asked, his voice a soft, seductive purr, “that the soles of the feet are actually an erogenous zone?”

  Without giving her time to respond, he demonstrated by lifting one of her feet and running his hand gently across the sole, barely touching it. She giggled.

  “That tickles!”

  “Shush, be patient.” He tapped the buttock he’d exposed by lifting her leg.

  “Ouch, that hurt.”

  “No, it didn’t. You’ll learn to enjoy being spanked before you’re much older and you’ll soon be begging us to punish you.”

  Her eyes widened. “I will?” She inverted her chin. “You seem very sure of yourself. What makes you think I like pain?”

  “Oh, you do. You just don’t know it yet.”

  Jonny sucked her toes, one at a time. Steffi groaned, her hands straining against the restraints as her body slid across the sheets, instinctively trying to get closer to him.

  “Wow, I had no idea that a foot fetish could be so sexy,” she said.

  Jonny lifted his head. “Where do you feel it?”

  She flashed a wry grin. “My pussy’s leaking like a drain again.”

  He laughed. “Your pussy’s gonna have to wait its turn.”

  To demonstrate his point, Jonny spread her legs and worked his way up the inside of one calf with his tongue, bestowing wet kisses, licking and sucking as he went—her instep, behind her knee—making sure he didn’t get too close to the place where she most wanted him to be. He needed her to be wild with need before he touched her cunt. In fact, he wanted to prove to himself that he could make her beg. The moment she tried to manoeuvre her torso closer to his tongue, he abandoned a particularly sensitive spot on her inner thigh and started all over again on her other foot. By the time he reached her thigh this time she was bucking her hips in an abandoned way that almost snapped his control.

  “That gets you punished,” he said, waving a finger beneath her nose.

  “Why? You told me to act without inhibition.”

  “Yes, but I didn’t say you could take matters into your own hands.”

  “All right, then,” she said, treating him to the sort of challenging smile that would definitely earn her a spanking. “I’ll take my punishment like a man.”

  “Don’t you dare turn into a man!”

  She giggled. “It’s just an expression.”

  “A damned stupid one. Now, turn over and get up on your knees.”

  She did as she was told, awkward in the restraints, using her elbows to maintain her balance. Once in position, her cute butt was exposed for his inspection. He ran a hand experimentally over it, wondering how long it would be before they could introduce her to the delights of anal sex. One step at a time, he reminded himself, bringing the flat of his hand down lightly on her ass. She flinched but held her position.

  “When I spank you,” he said, leaning forward to whisper the words in her ear, “you need to absorb the pain and wait for it to transmute to pleasure.”

  “Can that happen?”

  “Not with everyone, but I have a feeling that you’re a natural.”

  He reached beneath her to massage one of her full breasts. He hadn’t planned to get to them quite yet, but they were dangling there so damned enticingly that he almost cut the foreplay short and got right down to business.

  Almost.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’m game to try it, I think.”

  He spanked her again and this time she didn’t flinch. Without giving her time to anticipate, he spanked her twice more in quick succession.

  “Oh!” She turned her head sideways and smiled at him. “I think I see what you mean. It tingles after a while.”

  Jonny’s reaction to her enthusiasm almost drove him over the edge. She was everything he’d hoped she’d be and more—curious, unafraid to experiment, and ready to do exactly as she was told. The guy who’d accused her of being frigid must have some major inadequacies of his own to compensate for. He ran the tip of his prick teasingly down the crack in her ass, still inflicting damage on one of her nipples as he did so.

  “How does that feel?” he asked. “You’ve got my cock getting acquainted with your ass. Like that idea?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  The uncertainty in her tone made him immediately change course. He was getting ahead of himself again and it was all her damned fault. She wasn’t ready to take him that way yet, but there was something else she was getting downright impatient for. Jonny smiled to himself. Who was he to refuse a lady in distress? He sat back, reached for a condom, and rolled it down his length. The hell with making her wait!

  He slid the top of his cock into her entrance from behind. Steffi held her position on her knees but pushed back to welcome him inside.

  “Keep still,” he said, tapping her butt. “I’m kinda big, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You’re not hurting me. If feels glorious.”

  She’d got that right. Jonny couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so completely and totally involved with a woman, more concerned for her enjoyment than his own. He worked his way a little deeper and then withdrew. That action earned him a small squawk of protest from Steffi, which he ignored. They’d do this on his terms. He thrust into her a little harder, this time giving her half his cock, only to take it back again almost immediately. His hand abandoned her lovely breast and reached beneath her to find her clit. Her short pubic hair was saturated with her own juices and she cried out when he touched her.

  “Like that?” he asked. “You like my cock deep inside your cunt?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “You’re splitting me in two and I love it.”

  “You haven’t got it all yet.”

  To prove the point, he thrust harder, until he was buried to the hilt in the warmth of her vagina. They sighed as one and began to move in perfect symmetry with one another.

  “That’s it, babe, milk my cock. It’s all yours.” Jonny gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. She was so goddamned tight and when she closed he
rself round him like she was doing now, stars flashed before his eyes and he thought he’d go out of his mind. “You feel that? Feel how big you’ve made me.”

  “Aren’t you always this big?”

  “Nope. It’s because I want you so damned much. You’re driving me out of my frigging brain.”

  “Go deeper, Jonny. I love what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop.”

  Jonny chuckled. “Stopping wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

  “Come whenever you want.”

  “What!”

  “Don’t wait for me. You know it won’t happen. Just feeling you inside me is enough to give me pleasure.”

  “Like hell it is!”

  Jonny agitated her clit with additional force. She cried out, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, her body slick with perspiration. He increased the pace of his thrusts, burying himself as deep as he could, his overloaded testicles slapping against her butt, causing him the sort of physical discomfort that he lived for.

  “Jonny, I—”

  “Don’t fight it, babe, just let it go.”

  “I can’t, I don’t know how to—”

  “Sure you do. Feel my cock filling you, fill my fingers on your clit. Come on, Steffi, show me what it does for you.”

  “I want to, I so want to—”

  She sounded as though she was crying with need. Well, she wasn’t going to cry on his watch—not with frustration, anyway.

  “You want me to stop and spank you some more?”

  “Don’t you dare!”

  Jonny’s rumbling laugh clearly communicated itself on exactly the right level and he sensed something inside her—some sort of lock on her emotions snap free. At last she’d stopped thinking she couldn’t, stopped thinking at all as far as Jonny could tell, and went with her feelings. Suddenly, her movements became less rigid as she thrust back against him, her frantic need overriding everything else. A gurgling sound came from her throat as she finally opened her mind as well as her body to him.

  “Don’t think, Steffi, just feel. Feel the way my cock fits inside you like it belongs. Take it, honey. Take whatever you need from me and use it to get what you want.”

  “Oh, Christ, I think it’s actually gonna happen.”

  “That’s it, babe. Close your cunt round my prick. Let’s do this together.”

  “It’s…I can’t believe it. I’m coming.” He felt her body going into spasm and fucked her like his life depended upon it. “Give me more, Jonny,” she screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her hair as wildly tangled as his emotions. “I need more.”

  Jonny gave her more, pumping himself into her, deeper and deeper still, until her spasms finally slowed and he knew she was spent. With a strangled oath, he took his own turn, driving into her like a man demented as he shot his load into the thin latex of the condom.

  “Welcome back to earth, babe,” he said, smiling and kissing the end of her nose as he freed her from the restraints and gathered her protectively into his arms.

  Chapter Ten

  Steffi lay wide awake, afraid to move. If she did, she might wake Jonny and then she wouldn’t be able to feast her eyes on his gorgeous body and relive in her mind all the things they’d done over the course of the night. She felt like pinching herself, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. One glance at Jonny’s muscled chest that rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed and she knew that she wasn’t.

  So all the hype about the rejuvenating powers of good sex wasn’t just bull, like she’d always told herself it must be. What an idiot she’d been to settle for second best all these years. Well, those days were past. She continued to focus her gaze on Jonny, tempted to push the hair out of his eyes just so she’d have an excuse to touch him. She resisted. Jonny was going to need all the rest he could get. So were those brothers of his. Steffi had lost time to make up for. A lot of lost time, and she had no intention of wasting a second of it. She had adored being tied up but reckoned there were far more interesting things for her to learn, and what better teachers than the highly experienced, exceedingly attractive, oversexed Malone boys?

  “You’re staring.”

  Jonny’s voice made her jump. “How long have you been awake?”

  “Long enough to know you were staring at me.”

  “Don’t let it go to your head. I was just thinking, that’s all.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  His somnolent smile, like he knew precisely what thoughts had occupied her head, was very annoying. “I was figuring out what I need to get done today.”

  Jonny stretched his arms above his head and yawned, that irritating smile broadening into a knowing grin. “Anything I should know about?”

  She resisted the urge to smother his face with a pillow. That would be such a waste of lean, arrogant male. “Hell, no.”

  “Liar!”

  He caught her round her waist and tumbled her on top of him. “Has anyone ever told you that you look sexy as hell first thing in the morning with all that hair of yours in a wild tangle, your eyes puffy with sleep, your lips puffy with…ouch!” He rubbed his rib cage where she’d thumped him. “What was that for? I was trying to pay you a compliment.”

  “Then your compliments need some work. You don’t get on a girl’s right side by telling her she’s got puffy eyes.”

  He cocked a brow. “How about sexy as hell?”

  “Hmm, better.”

  “Lips that look like they need kissing?”

  “Deeds speak louder than words.”

  Jonny chuckled. “Hello, what happened to the sexually repressed, unresponsive woman I took to bed last night?”

  “She got laid.”

  He ran a hand down the outside of one breast. “Too right she did.”

  “I suppose you want me to admit that you were right.”

  He tweaked the end of her nose. “Like you just said, babe, deeds speak louder than words.”

  “Is that right?” His morning erection pushed against her thigh as she lay half on top of him. “Talking of which, what’s that you’ve got for me there?”

  “Er, I wasn’t going to mention it. I figured you might have had enough for now, seeing as how—”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” Steffi looked at him askance. “You started this, Mr. Malone. You can’t just liberate a girl’s sexuality and then put it on hold.”

  He rolled his eyes. “God help me, I’ve created a sex maniac.”

  She sent him a scorching gaze, astonished that she felt comfortable talking to him this way. More than comfortable, she amended, she was actually enjoying it. “Looks that way,” she said carelessly. “Which kinda makes me your problem.”

  His grin was a broad, infectious challenge. “No problem this end. I just thought—”

  Steffi had no interest in his thoughts and bent her head to kiss him before he could articulate them. As she did so, she reached down and touched his stiff cock. It jerked in her hand, and she felt a drop of pre-cum slip from its head, giving lie to Jonny’s hesitation. She loved him for putting her welfare above his own, very obvious, needs. The hell with that! She needed to make sure that the first time had been no fluke.

  Jonny swore beneath his breath and took control of the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. His hand came down hard over her ass. She writhed against the pain, a soft groan of approval slipping past her lips, even though he was still kissing them like he meant business. This time it seemed Jonny wouldn’t make her wait and grabbed her hips, guiding her down onto him. She greedily took him inside, welcoming the feel of his cock filling her pussy, stretching her to the limit as he continued to spank her ass.

  “God, that feels sublime,” she said when he broke the kiss. “But I need you deeper than that, Jonny.”

  He laughed. “You’re the one in charge.”

  She sank down even harder as he picked up the rhythm of his thrusts from beneath her, spanking her ass in time with them. Ste
ffi loved it and stayed with him every step of the way.

  “Let it go, babe,” Jonny said when he’d worked himself all the way into her. “I can feel you closing round my cock. Just take what you need.”

  “I am. Here it is! Oh, God. Fuck me, Jonny. Let me have it hard.”

  “I’m gonna come too, Steffi. Let’s do this together.”

  Steffi bit his shoulder as he shot his load deep inside her and she pulsated round his cock like she never wanted to let it go. Truth was, she didn’t. She would take whatever Jonny Malone had to offer her, as often as he was prepared to give it, and still it wouldn’t be enough for her. She loved what he did to her.

  She loved him.

  Steffi snuggled into his arms afterward, her head comfortably pillowed on his chest, satiated and completely boneless. Her eyes fluttered to a close as Jonny held her close, kissing the top of her head and whispering endearments.

  “What’s the time?” she asked, opening her eyes a little later.

  Jonny picked up his watch from the nightstand. “Just after seven.”

  “Hell, I’d better get moving. I’m usually hard at work by now.”

  “You just worked pretty hard,” he reminded her.

  “That’s different.”

  She wiggled out of his arms and collected her discarded clothes from the floor, pulling them over her naked body without bothering with underwear.

  “I’ll shower in my room and see you later.”

  “Join us for breakfast,” Jonny said, leaning on one elbow as he watched her. “We’ll find out how Harry got on trying to track down that e-mail.”

  “Heavens, I forgot all about that. How could I have?”

  Jonny grinned at her, and she died a little inside when she recalled just how fleeting their games were likely to be. Her virile Greek god possessed a compelling allure she’d never be able to resist for as long as he wanted her. Given his looks, wealth, and charm, that was unlikely to be for long. He could do a hell of a lot better than her, so she’d just have to make the most of the time she had here with him—to say nothing of his brothers.