Summer Nights [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Chapter Seven

  “Honestly?” she asked. “As much as I’m dying to try everything in this room, I’ve always had this fantasy of sex outdoors. In the woods.” She watched their faces. “Or maybe on a deck or a patio? With me tied up and at your mercy?”

  A slow, sexy grin spread over Kade’s face. He picked up Elliot’s black bag from where they must have placed it on the floor while she’d used the bathroom, and crooked his finger at her. “Follow us.”

  They crossed through to the other side of the house, and both men led her onto a curved, wooden balcony that offered a different view of the woods. A cool breeze blew across her skin, and now the smell of rain was stronger. She glanced up at the thickening clouds.

  “Don’t worry,” said Elliot, pulling her into his arms. “If it rains we won’t get wet out here unless the wind is driving.”

  She glanced up at the ceiling over the balcony. “You’ve thought of everything.”

  Kade moved to the railing. “Have a look over the side.”

  Elliot released the embrace. She stood next to Kade and leaned over. “Oh…I didn’t realize we weren’t still on the main floor.”

  “It slopes down one level on this side.”

  Below them was a large, oval swimming pool with sand on all four sides that spread onto a stone walkway. “This is adorable. It’s like having your own private beach.”

  “That’s exactly why I had it built this way,” said Elliot. “Since I don’t go near the shore, I brought the ocean here.” He took her hand. “Come on. We’ll come back up here if it starts to rain.”

  She followed him down the steps and curled her toes in the sand. “It’s warm. Just like a real beach. How deep is the pool?”

  “Six feet at the far end and three feet here.”

  As she glanced over the length of the pool, she realized they’d painted the bottom with images of seashells and waves to make it look more like the gulf waters close to shore. “Can we go in?”

  Elliot grinned, then took off his shirt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  She watched both men strip, her pussy soaked now. They were so fucking gorgeous. A fine dusting of hair covered each body, and the muscles…she wanted to touch them and never let go. Tats decorated their torsos, and she asked about the designs. “They’re Taino, right?”

  “Yes, that’s right,” said Kade. “It’s a tradition my grandfather Mendo started. He was fascinated with the history of the people as told to him by the original inhabitants of this island, and had them tattoo symbols on his chest. His brothers followed, and eventually William and Robert did as well. Now, most of the men in both our families have them.”

  She stepped closer and traced the outline of a symbol she knew meant both the sun and the moon. “You each have this one.”

  Goosebumps broke out on Kade’s skin, and his dick stood straight up now. His obvious arousal at having her touch him so intimately sent shivers up and down her spine. “The Taino believed the sun and the moon come out of caves,” he said. “I’ve always found that belief fascinating, as if each of them simply go to sleep instead of what really happens.”

  She moved to a symbol of two birds, facing each other, their beaks almost touching. “What’s this one? I’m not familiar with it.”

  “The eternal lovers.”

  She gazed into his beautiful gray eyes, knowing she was going to lose her heart to them both, and not caring. All she wanted to do at that moment was fall into their arms and never leave. She took Kade’s hand and walked toward the pool. Once they were in the water, Elliot put his arms around her from behind and Kade embraced her from the front. She relaxed against their warm bodies, letting the filtered sunlight and gentle breeze fill her senses.

  She inhaled the scent of them, and of the water, closing her eyes. She could stay here forever and be perfectly content. Elliot nuzzled her neck. “I saw you watching us throw those floggers yesterday.”

  “Me, too,” said Kade. “Have you ever been flogged?”

  Oh God… “No. Never. But I would love to be. By both of you.” There. She’d said it. Now it was up to them.

  Elliot let go of her. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  She leaned into Kade’s embrace as she watched Elliot climb out of the pool and retrieve the black bag. He pulled out bondage cuffs and chains—actual chains—as well as several floggers. The falls ranged from very thin to thick, and Giselle moaned at the sight of them.

  “Be careful what you wish for,” whispered Kade.

  The humor in his voice sent shivers up and down her spine. She lifted her gaze to meet his and kissed him, wishing she could stay here with these two forever. She heard Elliot enter the water again, and when he gave her ass cheeks a few hard smacks with his hand, she moaned into Kade’s open mouth.

  “Enough of that,” he said. “Get over here, beautiful. Time to introduce you to some of our most popular products.”

  Kade took her hand and led her to the edge of the pool. He and Elliot pulled a picnic table over onto the sand, then took a large cushion from one of the pieces of patio furniture and laid it on top of the table. Elliot patted the cushion, holding her gaze. “Climb on here and get on your knees.”

  She did as he asked, and then they told her to rest on her elbows instead of her hands. They fitted cuffs around her wrists and clipped them together, then did the same to her ankles. The cuffs were soft leather and she loved the way they made her feel secure, but at their mercy as well. It was the ultimate emotional release. All she had to do was let it happen. There were no decisions to be made or actions to take. She only had to absorb the energy coming off both of them, and take what they gave her to experience.

  “Do you remember the safewords we gave you?” asked Kade.

  She nodded.

  “I need to hear you verbally consent.”

  “Yes. Yes, I remember them.”

  “Good girl.” That voice… It washed over her like warm rain on a summer night, soothing and cooling everything in its path.

  She watched their bare feet as they circled the table, wondering when they’d start. The anticipation was just as arousing as the images that danced through her head. The first sensation on her ass didn’t hurt at all. It was more like a massage with soft leather.

  “Deerskin,” said Kade. “Good for warm-ups.”

  She smiled, wondering if they were going to identify each of them as Kade brushed the falls over her back, ass, and legs. He even tickled the bottom of her feet with them. Despite the hot sun and humidity, goose bumps broke out over her entire body.

  He tugged on her hair and brought her head back, then brushed the flogger over her neck and breasts, whispering in her ear. “I’m going to paint your lovely ass red. You won’t be walking by morning.”

  Giselle moaned again as she slipped into a space much like the one she experienced just before falling asleep. Everything was still in her consciousness, but now it felt hazy, as though she were dreaming it. Her arousal was through the roof. She’d never imagined having a flogger caress her skin would feel this heavenly. It would be difficult not to giggle at work from this point on.

  Elliot threw the next flogger. This one had thinner falls. She swore she could feel each individual strip of leather. Instead of dragging it over her skin, he lightly slapped it against her upper back, her ass cheeks, and the backs of her thighs. But it still didn’t hurt much. It stung a tiny bit, but she enjoyed it. This was what she’d wanted, after all.

  Every few strikes he’d either grab her hair gently as Kade had done, or smack her ass with one hand, so it kept her guessing which sensation would come next. The variety sent her mind racing toward even more decadent thoughts. Giselle couldn’t process everything so she simply gave over to it, and tried to remember to keep breathing.

  Kade picked up the third flogger, and before she had time to take a good look at it, she cried out and squirmed against her bonds as he threw it, first against her upper back and then against both a
ss cheeks. It hurt like he’d struck her with a wooden board.

  “Now we have her attention.” She heard the smile in his voice. “Would you like to know what this is made of?”

  “Yes…please.”

  “Bullhide. Nice and thick with little knots on the end.”

  He said it in the same tone of voice he’d use to describe a tasty dish or particularly potent alcoholic drink. She would have laughed if not for the fire on her ass. But at the same time, the endorphins rushing through her body were ridiculous. She’d never felt anything that hurt yet was also so exhilarating at the same time. She wanted more. Much more.

  They both hit her now, and they not only varied the number of strikes, they used all three floggers. She knew they were taking turns because each man had a different throw, but they varied that pattern as well. Giselle closed her eyes so she wouldn’t know which man was using which flogger. It was more fun that way. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as the emotions built and demanded release. This was so exquisite. She’d had no idea it would be like this, and they’d barely scratched the surface of what they could do to her.

  The next one they used stung like crazy, and she yelled in surprise as the throws built on one another. Sweat broke out along her hairline as thunder rumbled in the distance.

  “That was leather,” said Elliot, “but the falls are very thin. The thinner they are, the more a flogger tends to sting.”

  She hoped they didn’t require an answer. It was all she could do at this point to keep breathing. They returned to alternating various materials, telling her what each one was, but their voices slipped away as she relaxed into a state where the pain and pleasure mixed together. The thunder was closer now, and she could smell the rain as if it was very close. Lightning flashed a couple of times, but she didn’t glance up.

  Giselle was lost in an unfamiliar sea of sensations. Every nuance of the approaching thunderstorm was enhanced. The pain on her ass abated for a moment or two as they switched to gently flogging her nipples with what felt like the deerskin flogger. She moaned softly and tossed her head back and forth as tiny jolts of electricity shot straight to her swollen clit with each strike.

  Every few strikes one of them would grab her hair, caress her sore ass, or whisper in her ear how well she was doing, and how red her ass was. Their words, spoken in such soft, sexy whispers, were like a drug. She craved them now. With each strike, she wanted more, and she had to know that she pleased them.

  They unclipped the cuffs around her ankles but didn’t take them off. Instead, they threaded the chains attached to each cuff around the table so her legs were spread but she was still on her elbows and knees.

  “What color are you, Giselle?”

  She heard Elliot’s voice as if it was far away, or in a wind tunnel. “Green,” she whispered. Green like the grass and leaves in the forest. Green like the smock she wore at work. Green like the color of limes lying in dishes behind the bar, ready to slice open to make—”Ouch!”

  She giggled out as a thick flogger struck her pussy. It hadn’t hurt as much as surprised her. They chuckled and hit her again, alternating that flogger with thinner ones. They also struck her nipples with various floggers, but again it wasn’t so much pain as surprise and discomfort. But it was still exquisite, and she wanted more.

  “Was that a safeword?” asked Elliot.

  “No.” She didn’t want it to be over so soon. Her arousal was over the top. She had a suspicion that if she flexed her Kegel muscles hard enough, she could make herself come. All the fantasies she’d ever had hadn’t come close to the reality of this. She absolutely loved it. She wasn’t sure she’d be walking in the morning, but right now she didn’t care.

  The thunder and lightning were closer together when they finally stopped. Strong arms lifted her off the cushion and carried her up the stairs, and into the room with all the bondage equipment. One of them opened the windows while the other took off her cuffs.

  “I’ll get the floggers,” said Elliot. “Don’t want them wet.”

  She gazed up into Kade’s face as he rubbed her ankles and wrists. “Those weren’t too tight, were they? Are you okay?”

  “Perfect,” she whispered. “That was so perfect.”

  He smiled at her, and Giselle’s heart gave a strange lurch. She was in deep shit here, but she didn’t care. She’d been friends with these two since childhood, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to be with them both right now, naked like this. Everything hurt, and she didn’t care about that either.

  She snuggled against his chest, never wanting to leave his arms or this room. She’d just had the experience of a lifetime and she knew that nothing…absolutely nothing…could top it. No possible way.

  Chapter Eight

  Kade held Giselle so tightly he was afraid he might hurt her, but he didn’t want to let her go. He’d never topped a sub the first time who had taken so much impact play and responded so well to it. She was a natural, just as he and Elliot had suspected she would be.

  When Elliot returned, he raised his brows, as if asking whether she was all right.

  “She’s okay. But we should get her some water, at least.” He glanced outside as thunder crashed overhead the same time as lightning lit up the room. “And we’d better close the windows, just in case.” The storm sounded like a nasty one.

  Elliot nodded. “I’ll take care of that and meet you both in my bedroom.”

  Kade gathered Giselle in his arms and carried her up the stairs and into Elliot’s room. The windows here faced north, and this storm was coming from the south, so he left them open and laid Giselle on the bed. She smiled up at him, and it was all he could do to cross the room and open the fridge under the bar. He didn’t want to do anything except make love to her again.

  He helped her sit up and then handed her a bottle of water, which she drained without stopping. Elliot returned, and he and Kade each drank one, and then they gave Giselle a second one.

  “Feeling better?” he asked, stroking her hair. It was damp with sweat, but that only added to his arousal.

  “Much. Was I good? I mean, did I do well? Was that what you both wanted? Was it what you’d hoped it would be?”

  Kade pulled her close and stroked her back. “It was perfection. Honestly. But how was it for you?” He pulled away slightly so he could look into her eyes. “It was your fantasy, too.”

  “Amazing. More than I ever thought possible. Please tell me we’ll do that again.”

  Kade chuckled. “Definitely. But not right now. Right now I want to make love to you again.” He kissed her, gently pushing her onto her back. Elliot crawled onto the bed and spread her legs to lick her pussy while Kade moved from her mouth to her nipples. They were a bit bruised and he felt guilty, so he took extra care with his teeth and tongue. He didn’t want her so sore in the morning that she regretted this night.

  Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the room, but Kade barely heard it. The rain beat a steady thrum on the tiled roof, reminding him of the concert earlier. Was there anything sexier than making love during a storm? Nature’s power contrasted with the endorphins rushing through his body, and he wasn’t sure which one would win if they fought. He was still pretty high from flogging her for close to an hour.

  Elliot slipped his dick into her pussy, and Kade watched, more turned-on than he would have thought possible. He’d wondered if he’d feel the same way a second time, but no longer had to do so. This was going to work. As fucking crazy as it seemed, it was going to be all right. They could do this.

  Giselle reached for his cock, her mouth open like a baby bird searching for food, and he let out a cry of delight and surprise. He straddled her chest and slipped his dick into her mouth, but was careful this time how far in he pushed it. She had to be sore and tired, and she had no way to safeword right now. She was so fucking sexy he could hardly stand it. Why the hell had they waited so long to do this?

  When Elliot asked if they could switch, Ka
de pulled out and positioned himself between her legs, stroking her clit and asshole. He slid his cock into her pussy, groaning at how tight she felt. She must have come while Elliot had fucked her because her pussy walls contracted around his dick, and her soft moans were steady.

  Elliot straddled her chest and Kade watched Giselle take his dick into her mouth. The sight of watching her give him a blow job brought on his own climax sooner than he’d expected, so he let go and just fucked her silly while he came.

  From the sounds Elliot was making, he must have come in her mouth. Both men pulled out, and took turns holding her and stroking her. Kade whispered again and again how much he’d enjoyed that. She didn’t speak, but there was no need to. He could tell from the way her muscles rippled underneath his fingertips, and the slight tremor in her sighs how much she’d enjoyed it.

  She snuggled against him, and he wondered how in the hell he could help falling for her. He’d been poised on the verge of doing so since they were kids. Even before he understood the desperate longing he felt every time she looked into his eyes.

  And did it matter? Would it really hurt anything or anyone if he lost his heart to her? One gaze at Elliot told Kade his friend felt the same way. Triads worked. They weren’t very numerous, but they worked. Taj and Jeff were both Doms now to Alaina. Arizona and Dallas were Doms to Celina Vallee, who used to work for Arizona’s sister Lucie as a paralegal and research assistant, but now worked for Arizona and Dallas in the marketing department.

  And the island hadn’t imploded when both sets of Doms took on a woman to share as a lover and a sub. Phoebe’s Playthings hadn’t fallen into the ocean, and the world still turned each day.