Monroe, Melody S. - Three Hired Lovers [Fantasy Resort 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “My name’s Rod,” the man called out as she reached the gate entrance. “What’s yours?”

  Finally, he made contact. She faced him, her robe dragging on the ground. “J—Ann.” If Joe or Francois found out she’d practically offered herself to another stranger, they’d be furious. A small thrill attacked her belly at the lie. She always told the truth and never played any sex games.

  That is until now.

  Rod walked toward her. “Say, listen. I know we just met, but I’ve been invited to a party tonight at a friend’s house. You wanna come with me? I know they’d all like you a lot.”

  What did that mean? Certainly, he wasn’t talking about an orgy. Or was he? Her body clenched in delight and her nipples tingled. Hell, if Rod wasn’t willing to ease her pain, maybe one of the other men would take what she was offering. If her dad found out, he’d be…what? Happy, most likely.

  “Sure. What time?”

  “Nine tonight.”

  She shrugged, hoping he’d think her carefree attitude meant she did this sort of thing all the time. “How about I meet you here?”

  “Works for me.” He spun on his heels and disappeared into the resort.

  Well, that bites. He didn’t even stay to ogle her, or even try to kiss her, touch her tits, or drag a finger across her clit. What was wrong with the men of today? At least she’d have something to look forward to tonight.

  * * * *

  Joe had called Rod around two in the afternoon to say the three of them needed to meet.

  “When and where?”

  “How about my room? In two hours? Just make sure no one sees you come in.”

  Right on time, Rod knocked and entered. Frank was drinking a beer and Joe was pacing. He cast his gaze between the two of them. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s Jillian.”

  Joe told Rod about the trip to the mountains and how he’d soothed her aches on the moveable table, but that he’d gotten so turned on, he had to leave.

  “You’re shitting me. I thought she was a real lightweight, cold as a winter’s eve.”

  His older brother shrugged. “I guess the dad has no idea his daughter was a sex kitten in a white lab coat.”

  Rod turned to Frank. “What about you? She turn you upside down, too?”

  “She’s a cock tease, all right. Started to give me a blowjob, then stopped. Said she wanted me to suffer as much as she had. But then I took her to George’s Friday night wine tasting, and we had an amazing time. She was fun and fit right in with my crowd.”

  “Wasn’t your cover blown?”

  Frank shook his head. “When she was getting dressed, I called George. He let everyone know. They thought it was funny and went along with it.”

  He was sorry he’d missed out on the fun. “So why didn’t you two do her? I know you both like a threesome.”

  Joe stopped pacing. “We’re brothers. We stick together. I thought you’d want a chance at her first.”

  Rod shook his head. “I’ve been thinking. Being dishonest goes against my grain. Suppose she and I connect and I pork her, and even if it’s amazing, when she finds out about us, she’s going to be royally pissed.”

  Joe shot a glance at Frank. “We know. We’ve been thinking of pulling out early.”

  Rod straightened. “What are you going to tell her old man?”

  “Nothing.”

  “So what happens when he asks Jillian who she wants as CEO?”

  Frank got off the chair and came over. “If she hasn’t met you, I think it’ll be a moot point since there are only two of us.”

  Joe spoke up. “We need to give our little brother his fair shake. Once we get back to Tucson, let’s give him two weeks to convince her he’s worthy of running the show.” He faced Rod. “But no intercourse or the bet’s off.”

  That would be easy. Maybe. He’d love to meet her, but not under these circumstances. Plus, he had a date with another hot chick. After hours of pondering the mystery woman’s motives, he realized she wasn’t his type. Ann was too aggressive for his tastes, but the thought of taming her made his cock twitch.

  Submissives were his game and his brothers knew it. He’d tried to tame his dominant nature, but those relationships never worked.

  “You’re on.”

  * * * *

  Jillian had gone to the spa’s shop for something sexy to wear for the party tonight, but nothing compared to the little black dress her father had provided, so she came back to her room empty-handed. How two days could rock her world, she’d never know. She twirled in front of the mirror and whistled. She looked hot, if she did say so herself. The Catalina Spa’s makeover artist had done an amazing job to bring out her hazel eyes, and the hairdresser had miraculously managed to tame her long hair.

  Her nipples protruded rather prominently in the thin, stretchy dress, and if she bent over, she’d treat everyone to her ass. She spun in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. It must be the four-inch, spiked heels.

  She debated going without panties to give him better access, but decided against that, despite not being able to get the idea of Joe’s cock being in her bottom out of her mind. She didn’t know Rod, nor did she know what kind of kinky friends he might have, so she decided to be cautious. They might not be real gentlemen, like Joe and Francois. That thought sent shivers up her spine, and they weren’t the kind to excite her.

  As an additional precaution, she’d inquired about Rod at the desk, but they said he was a new hire.

  At nine, she made her way to the pool. Thinking about tonight gave her a whole new outlook about how she’d lived her life and where she wanted to be in a few years. Before she could make any life-altering decisions, she’d arrived. Rod wasn’t there. Had she gone to all this trouble for nothing? Then, as if he materialized out of thin air behind her, he placed a kiss on her neck.

  She jumped and turned around. His warm lips sent multiple electric shock waves down her spine and collided with the pulses of anticipation racing up. “Hi.”

  Despite the dim light, he looked good enough to eat, dressed in ripped jeans and a Jimmy Buffet T-shirt, his blond hair tousled over his forehead. His unshaven stubble looked sexy on the sharp planes of his handsome face.

  “You look nice,” he said. “Actually, you look more than nice. You look fucking amazing.”

  Heat raced up her cheeks at the overt compliment. She ran her hands down her dress. “I forgot to ask what to wear. I think I’m a little overdressed. I can change.”

  Rod stepped closer. He leaned over and kissed her thoroughly on the lips, his breath smelling lightly of hops.

  “I think you look beautiful just the way you are.” From his half-lidded eyes, he was sincere.

  That was so sweet. She smiled.

  He grabbed her hand and said nothing more as he led her through the lobby and out to the parking lot. She expected him to drive a beat-up Chevy truck, not a new, bright red Mustang.

  “This yours?”

  “Yeah.” He held open the passenger door and she slid in.

  She didn’t dare ask how a pool guy could afford such a nice ride, as it wasn’t any of her business.

  The ride to the outskirts of Tucson took close to forty minutes. He pulled into a long drive leading to a mansion, almost the size of Dad’s place. “Very nice.”

  He quickly swung into a parking space and clipped the side view mirror on the Mercedes.

  “Shit.” He slammed his hand on the wheel. “I can’t believe I did that.”

  He reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He jotted down some information and folded the paper. “Come on.”

  She expected him to walk away. Instead, he put the note under the windshield. Wow. Her car had been dinged a number of times and no one ever owned up to it.

  With his hand firmly on her back, as if he wanted to possess her, Rod escorted her inside, his mood a little black. Rock music blared from out back. The large foyer had marble floors, fiftee
n-foot ceilings, and modern furniture. This lawyer friend was doing quite well for himself, too.

  They passed through large glass doors to the pool area out back. About fifty people milled about, mostly her age, all beautiful.

  They approached the outdoor bar manned by a young guy in a starched white shirt and black bowtie. Rod leaned over. “What’s your pleasure?”

  “Whatever you’re having.”

  His smile came out wide. “Two vodka tonics on the rocks,” he said to the bartender.

  Oh, God. If she weren’t careful, she’d pass out after two drinks.

  After the bartender gave him the drinks, he dropped a ten-spot in the near-empty tip jar.

  Who was this man? First, he owns up to hitting another car and now generously tips a bartender. The pool business must be better than she thought.

  With a tumbler in her hand, Rod led her to the far side of the pool and introduced her to several friends. Each man gave her the once-over, giving her hope she might be able to leave with one interested guy, but as soon as one of his friends tried to steer her away, Rod stiffened and possessively took her hand. The man backed off.

  Off in the corner, a man was fondling a woman’s breasts. “I’ve never seen such public display.”

  He smiled, his good mood restored “That turn you on?”

  “No. That’s what bedrooms are for.” She glanced to the far side of the deck and noticed colorful trinkets piled on a table. “What are all those?”

  “You ever been to a Tupperware party or a jewelry party?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “That’s what this is, except it’s a sex toy party.” He nodded to a muscular man wearing a tight, stretchy T-shirt. “That’s George. He’s a salesman for Sex Toys for U.”

  Being hot, she bet George sold a lot. “And people get a chance to try them out before they buy them?”

  He nodded. “Yup.” He held up a hand. “Don’t worry. They only get used once.”

  That was a good thing. He placed a hand on her rear end and gave her one slow, smooth squeeze as if he had every right to take what she’d offered earlier this morning. She took a drink to counteract the fluttering in her tummy.

  “Have you ever tried to get yourself off?” he asked, as casual as could be.

  Heat rushed up her face. “I, ah, no.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not natural.” Despite wanting to have sex tonight, she wasn’t comfortable talking about her fantasies.

  He picked up what looked like a computer mouse. Attached to the gray oval box were two cords. Each had smooth metal alligator clips on the end. “You know what this is?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “I’ve never used it myself, but these here are shock therapy nipple clamps.”

  The idea of something mechanical stimulating her nipples whenever she needed release intrigued her. “How does it work?”

  “Words can’t do this puppy justice. Would you like to try it out? In private?”

  Chapter 6

  Jillian wasn’t sure if going upstairs to a stranger’s bedroom with Rod was a good idea, but if he wasn’t on the up-and-up and she yelled, there were plenty of people around to hear her call for help. “You’re sure the host doesn’t mind us using his room?”

  “No. It’s not like we’re going to have sex in his bed or anything.” He took her hand, pulled open the door, and brought her inside. “I thought you’d like the privacy.”

  “I do.”

  Wouldn’t Dad be pleased if she could come back with her own review of the nipple pleaser? Her only worry was Rod watching her while a machine vibrated her nipples, and maybe hear her moan and groan in delight, but then, he’d already seen her naked at the pool, so maybe it wasn’t such a big deal to him.

  He flicked on the bedroom light. The neat room had a large bed with a sofa in the corner.

  Standing in front of her, he leaned close to her. “I need you naked.”

  His warm breath on her neck raised her temperature by at least a degree. He unhooked the halter dress, causing the thick straps to fall to her waist.

  His eyes widened. “You are so sweet.” He fondled her breasts and groaned. Taking her hand, he led her over to the bed. “You’ll be more comfortable here.”

  A shiver of delight crossed her sensitive peaks. If he saw her aroused, he just might be convinced to lie next to her.

  “Here. Clamp these on your tits, unless you want me to do it.”

  He didn’t have the most romantic demeanor, but she was desperate to try out the device. “No, let me.” There was only so much control she was willing to give up.

  She rubbed her tits to get them ready for the experiment while she watched Rod’s lips go from pressed to a full smile. Each brush across the tips sent curls of heat radiating out from the center, causing her pussy to contract time and time again. The pulsations from her fingers nearly drove her wild with need as she got them ready for what was sure to be an incredible experience.

  His eyes stayed glued on her breasts as she adjusted the clip on her nipples. He shifted his weight as if his erection was seeking freedom.

  Initially, pain registered, pinching right where the metal met the tit. The tremors slowed and turned to pleasure. “Okay. I’m ready.” She sucked in a big breath and held out her hand for the device.

  “I’ll control the level.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “No.”

  He ran a tender finger along the side of her breast, causing tingles to shoot down to her already-excited body.

  “Ah, but it will be more stimulating if you aren’t in control.” He placed one knee on the bed, and then straddled her. “You can trust me, sweetheart.”

  She remembered what her father had said to her. For her sexual growth, she reluctantly agreed, but she needed another drink if she were to get through this. Somehow, she’d managed to finish off her vodka tonic in a few gulps. She waved her glass.

  He winked. “I’ll be right back, but don’t turn this on without me. I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

  Rod jogged out the door. She glanced down at the attached wires. If he turned up the power too much, the erotic sensation might turn to pain. Surely he’d stop if she asked.

  The door reopened moments later, and Rod handed her a fresh glass.

  Even though she was salivating over what was to come, she needed the fortification. “Thanks.” She tapped her fingers on the glass and drank a large gulp. Fire raced down her throat and out the tips of her distended buds.

  “You have the most magnificent boobs I’ve ever seen.” He wet his lips.

  His eagerness made her want to do this more than anything. “I think I’m ready.”

  “I can’t wait to do this for you.”

  The last time she agreed to give up control, she’d been prodded and teased to a point where the desire for release drove her to be here. How much worse could it get? Somehow she’d find a way to have the real thing tonight.

  She scooted her bottom toward the head of the bed, propped her elbows on the large pillows, and stretched out her legs. The throbbing between her thighs increased.

  “Close your eyes. It’ll intensify the sensation.” The words were spoken softly but with authority.

  Unsure about Rod’s temper, she didn’t dare disobey and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “That’s a good girl. Tell me if this is too much. I want this to be good for you.”

  The bed tilted to the side. He gently pulled her legs apart. Her muscles tensed, but she didn’t draw them together. She wanted his hands to touch her intimately, to stroke her, satisfy her, but when his hands didn’t touch her, she silently cursed. What was it going to take for him to have sex with her?

  “This is level one.”

  The metal clamps jumped when he turned on the juice and bit down hard on her tits. The jolt nearly took her breath away. She twisted ever so slightly to the side, and the movement drove her wild. Her panties were wet already and he hadn’t even
turned the device to medium.

  “Ann, I’m going to flip the power to the next setting. Stop me if you want. Moan, yell, squeeze. Let go. Touch yourself. It’s all about what turns you on. I get as much joy out of watching you as you get from the stimulation. Ready for more power?”

  She nodded, unable to get the words out.

  The new burst sent the clips vibrating so hard, her stomach tightened and her hands fisted. The series of pulses energized her whole body. When she drew her knees up, he didn’t stop her.

  “Now for level three out of five. You want another drink?”

  “No, I’m good.” Her voice cracked.

  The power went up another notch, and she jumped. The clamps bit into her skin. Like riding a bull, she held on, the pain sending shock waves to her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She bucked on the bed.

  “Last level, sweetheart.”

  There was more? She wasn’t sure she could take it. The waves of movement intensified, nearly ripping her flesh. She wanted to tell him to stop, should tell him to stop, but her whole body thrummed with power. Juices flowed. Her tits were ready to explode. He slipped aside her panties and dipped his fingers into her gushing opening. The double sensation drove her nearer the brink.

  Then as suddenly as it started, the power stopped and his fingers disappeared. She wasn’t sure she wanted the ride to be over.

  “I think you’ve had enough.” He unclamped the clips. “You can open your eyes.” He was smiling. “I loved watching you, especially enjoying how your hips moved up and down as though you’d gone through a hundred climaxes in one minute.”

  Is that what that was? She’d climaxed? Amazing.

  He reached out and squeezed her nipple. She nearly yelped at the pain.

  Rod stood. “I have just the thing to help you.”

  Help her? Did he have another toy? She couldn’t handle any more shocks. She closed her eyes again, trying to assimilate what had happened. The shock therapy amazed her, but the experience left her wetter, more needy than before. This torture had to stop soon. Rod placed a hip on the bed and held up a bottle of sanitizer. “We don’t know where these clips have been.”