Brooke’s Special Agents [Men of Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Eileen Green

  Blond tresses bounced as she nodded yet again. They really needed to get her into the “communication is vital” stage.

  As if she realized she was standing before two Doms, she corrected herself, her voice slightly shaky. “I understand. I’m a bit nervous, so I do ask for patience from you both. I’m not going to get everything right away.”

  Bradley let his right hand slide down her bare chest and sneak into the left cup of her corset. He must have been manipulating her nipple, for a sigh sounded from her as her head fell back against Bradley’s chest. Her eyes darkened before her lids fluttered closed, her pleasure evident on her beautiful face.

  Frank thought his cock couldn’t get any harder than it was, but seeing her in the arms of his best friend and enjoying his touch had Frank’s desire notched up further. He could only imagine what sexual bliss Bradley must be feeling holding her in his arms.

  Licking his lips, Frank gave his own nod. “We are being as patient as we possibly can, sweetheart. There are still some things we need to talk about in regards to our dynamic, but tonight, we take our relationship to the next level.”

  A smile appeared on her lips. “I am looking forward to it,” she said with a bravery he wasn’t sure she had a handle on yet.

  He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, giving her a searing kiss as a promise of what was to come. The feel of Bradley’s hand moving beneath the material of Brooke’s corset yet grazing Frank’s chest should have been a turnoff, but in a relationship such as what they were building, there was no room for hesitancy. There were going to be times when their junk touched or there was going to be other touches, yet it meant nothing.

  Licking his lips from hers, Frank spoke, “Periodically while we are playing in the club, or at home, or anywhere else we may play, we’ll ask you where you’re at. That’s when you’ll answer with a red, yellow, or green.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Brooke answered boldly.

  “Where are you now, love?” Bradley inquired, his voice gravelly with his need.

  Frank knew his friend was as ready to begin as he was.

  Brooke squared her shoulders. “Green, Sirs.”

  A wide smile split Frank’s face. It was time!

  Frank felt as if all his blood flowed to one area, and he needed to be careful to keep a steady head about him to begin Brooke’s lessons. Sliding a couple of fingers into the small slit of a pocket in his leathers, he retrieved the key that had been waiting for him in an envelope posted on the locker he was assigned to. With a shaky hand, he unlocked the door to their chosen playroom for the evening.

  The Damsel in Distress room resembled the inside of castle turret. Gray stone with a lighter colored mortar made up the walls. A faux window sat across from the door, a scene of beautiful meadow that was seen from the height of the tower. Pink curtains framed the side of the window, adding a bit of happiness to the darker hues of the room.

  A king-size bed sat against one wall, a dark heavy headboard keeping the pillows from falling off between the bed and the wall. White sheets decorated the bed under a black blanket.

  Across from the bed was a door that led to a bathroom from what Frank could see from where he stood. A long table sat near the bathroom door, and it was there Bradley took the two duffle bags.

  There was a spanking bench between the bed and the window, while shackles hung on the wall both high and low took the place of a Saint Andrew’s cross. An odd chair sat on the other side of the window. It was two pieces of wood for the seat, yet they were split into a V, leaving little space for legs and a derriere. Multiple things could be done to a naked person tied to that chair, and Frank could already envision Brooke sitting there with a dildo being pressed into her while a vibrator was pressed to her clit.

  Damn, but he was hard! He was surprised his leathers didn’t split wide open.

  Stopping in the middle of the room, he stood on a fluffy faux fur rug in shades of black, gray, and white. To each side of the rectangular piece were steel rings bolted to the planks of wood, good for tying a person to the floor or anchoring them down by the ankles.

  If this room was detailed invoking the fantasy it did, Frank could only imagine what the other private rooms held. But those would have to wait for another time.

  Frank turned to Brooke, whose eyes were large with wonder. Or fear. He wasn’t sure. He only hoped it was the former.

  “Are you all right, Brooke?” he asked quietly as he took her hand. He was surprised to find it absent of any trembles.

  “I’m fine,” she reassured him as her free hand rose to touch his chest. “It’s a lot to take in.”

  A chuckle escaped him as he drew her closer. He used his free hand played with the top of her corset where her abundant breasts were nearly spilling from its confines. “That it is, sweetheart?”

  Brooke’s eyes never left his once he looked down at her, her trust shining through. A smile played on her luscious lips, fueling his hunger further.

  When she began to turn her head, assumingly to search out Bradley and what he was doing, Frank quietly said, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” She did as requested before he continued, “When one of us is before you, you will pay attention to us, unless we say otherwise.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she agreed sweetly, the words coming quicker and bolder.

  “Right now, I want you to remove your panties and kneel down in the middle of the rug.”

  When he finished his instructions, Frank pulled his hands back, giving her the freedom to move.

  Naked lust sparkled in Brooke’s eyes as she did as she was instructed, her eyes never leaving Frank’s until she clumsily got down on her knees. Not being a jerk, he guided her with his hands.

  “Sorry,” she murmured at her awkwardness.

  “No need. You’ll get better at it with time,” Frank said with a smile, hoping to reassure her. “One day, you’ll just be able to sink down gracefully like the woman you truly are.”

  He loved that she trusted them enough to help her but also have that slight bit of doubt at herself.

  The black thong remained in one of her delicate hands. She looked up at him, a silent question knitting her brows together. Frank held out a hand for the skimpy garment. Once it was in his hand, he brought it to his nose and breathed in deeply. The spiciness of her arousal was his new favorite aroma.

  After a few moments, he tossed the item aside and continued with his instructions while Bradley emptied the duffle bags. “Now, part your knees until we can see that gorgeous wet pussy of yours.”

  Frank waited until she as she was told. He had to hold back the smile that threatened, for a full body flush coated her skin. Frank moved his hand down into her hair, caressing as he marveled at the silkiness of it.

  “Perfect,” he praised. “Now, straighten your back. Place your hands’ palms up on your thighs.” Again, he waited for her to comply before he continued. “Keep your head bowed as a sign of respect for your Doms unless we say otherwise. This is your serving pose. You will take this pose not only when we’re going to play, but if we suddenly feel the need for you to do so. E.g., punishment, pleasure…”

  “Even if we just need to see you like this to soothe us,” Bradley interrupted as he stepped up behind her. Then to Frank, he offered his observance. “It looks like there are a lot of different things to play with. We might have to come back to use them all.”

  Frank noticed Brooke’s breathing quickened at Bradley’s words, but he wasn’t sure if it was her arousal or fear that caused it. No better time than the present to find out.

  Bradley squatted down and slid his hands around under her arms to cover her breasts. He let his hands squeeze at the bounty that filled them, drawing moans from Brooke.

  “Are those moans of delight or pain, Brooke?” Frank asked, his cock throbbing.

  “Both, Sir.” Her words were breathy.

  “Can you take more pain, love?” Bradley asked, his voice low.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Bradley
smiled wickedly as his left hand disappeared from Brooke’s breast. Frank knew what was about to happen so he sank to his knees before his woman and grasped her lonely nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched and pulled at the hardened nub.

  Gasps escaped Brooke at the sensation, her pupils dilating at the sensual pain he was causing. When her body began to squirm, he stopped, a slight whine escaping her.

  “Brooke, we would like to have your trust in us that we will not hurt you with what we are going to do. Will you trust us not to go too far with you? We’ll stop immediately if there is something you don’t like.” Frank held his breath waiting for her answer.

  Brooke smiled and a twinkle appeared in her eyes as she nodded and answered shyly, “Yes. I trust you both.”

  “Good. Now, be still,” Frank commanded. She quickly complied.

  Green eyes remained looking upon Frank as he and his best friend continued to manipulate her nipples, small sighs or moans escaping her perfect mouth.

  Unable to contain his lust for her, Frank slipped his free hand around to the nape of her neck and held her head as he slammed his mouth down to engulf hers. He captured her gasp of surprise and slid his tongue into her moist mouth, ravishing her as if she was his last meal.

  He felt her movement as if she was lifting her hands up to hold him, but then she stopped. She was learning.

  Bradley nudged Frank’s hand with his own, and Frank released her nipple. Brooke’s mouth froze. Frank knew it was the nipple clamp Bradley had attached that had stopped her cold. They were all in for her introduction to the lifestyle they loved and craved, keeping her in the dark about what they were going to use on her, hoping to catch her off guard.

  Frank pulled away from her yet kept her hand on the back of her head. A hiss sounded from Brooke as he felt her stiffen. She looked down between their bodies and then looked back up at Frank. Her eyes sparkled with tears, but they didn’t spill.

  “Where are you, Brooke?” The question slid quietly from Frank’s mouth. God, I hope she says green!

  Chapter Fifteen

  So many sensations ran through her body, from pain and discomfort, to the need to be fucked. Brooke had never liked that term when she read it in a novel. She thought it was demeaning—however, these two men changed the meaning for her.

  Her desire was so strong. The need to be consumed by her two men became her only thought as she knelt between them. The love in Frank’s eyes along with the desire warmed her heart. Bradley’s hands slightly trembled as he touched her, giving her reason to think that he felt as if she was so precious to them.

  Before she moved here and Frank and Bradley had shown up, Brooke had her doubts about how they felt about her. Now, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world, for they were showing her how much they truly loved her. They were also showing her different ways to enjoy not just sex, but a closeness that many couples didn’t have. BDSM was something she had read about in a popular book but hadn’t agreed with the structure of it. She was finding how what her guys and their new friends were showing her was real and what it made her feel for them.

  Frank was looking at her, questions in his eyes, but also there was worry. Did he think she was going to reject them because of what they were doing to her?

  Squaring her shoulders, she smiled at him through the pain she was feeling. “Green, Sir.” Her words were strong and brave, she thought.

  The smile that appeared under Bradley’s mustache was brilliant.

  Bradley moved his hand away from her other breast, and it wasn’t long before another clamp bit into her free nipple. The pain kept her senses building but also kept her in the here and now.

  The pain also went straight to her pussy. Throbbing and leaking her juices, Brooke craved to be filled despite what the clamps were doing to her.

  Brooke felt Bradley stand behind her, and it was only a moment before he slid his hands to her underarms and was helping her to her feet. Frank stood, but he moved to the wall that she had seen the shackles hanging from. She watched him open the iron or steel manacles and then waited to the side as Bradley led her over to him.

  The clamps dangled from her breasts with each tiny movement she made. The pain licked through her body, sending spirals of pleasure to her womb. Her cunt throbbed with a need she thought was impossible to conceive.

  Bradley turned her around so that her back was to the wall yet not touching it. The room was warm, but Brooke thought the wall would have been cold against her flesh.

  Frank took one hand while Bradley took the other, and both men raised them up and circled her wrists with the cold metal. The click and then the ratcheting to tighten them but not too tightly sent chills through her body. They were tendrils of delight, not of fright.

  Masculine hands began to roam down her arms. Palms, fingertips, and knuckles brushed against her skin. She never knew how her skin could be the biggest erogenous zone for her body.

  Flames of lust, of need, coursed through her body. The need to squirm was strong, but the need to please Frank and Bradley was greater. The one thing she was unable to control was her voice.

  “Please!” she whined. “Please do something! I need you both so much!”

  Bradley’s knuckles grazed down past her armpit to her breast. They moved and brushed over the nipple clamp, sending jagged pleasure-pain sensations throughout her body.

  Frank was a tiny bit more sadistic. With one hand, his fingers tugged on the other clamp while his other hand found her pussy. He slid his fingers through her labia, the slickness of her juices allowing him to move through her channel freely. Two fingers found her opening and pushed inward as his thumb grazed her clit.

  “Oh!” she moaned as she absorbed what she was feeling.

  “Quiet,” Bradley whispered in her ear. “You wouldn’t want us to gag you, would you?”

  Brooke had never thought about gags. Of course, until a few weeks ago, she never would have believed BDSM was real outside of books.

  As much as she wanted to try her best with them, she didn’t want to try a gag tonight. She shook her head. The hands on her stopped moving to her disappointment. Then she remembered. Communication.

  “No, Sir. I don’t want to be gagged.”

  “Good girl.” Frank’s words of praise were a whisper in her ear as his hand at her pussy resumed its exploration.

  A groan of disappointment sprang from her when Frank began to pull his fingers from her pussy, but then they pushed back in. He let his thumb graze over her clit over and over as he fucked her with his fingers.

  Tingling began at her pearl of pleasure and deep within her cunt. Warmth suffused the area, building the fire higher inside her.

  As Frank finger-fucked her and played with one of her breasts, Bradley continued to play with the other, his fingers brushing against the clamp. She was surprised to find that the fire from her nipple went straight to her pussy and fed the fire there.

  The faster Frank’s fingers pistoned in and out of her and his thumb pressed against her clit, she could hear the juices he was drawing from her. At first, she was embarrassed to hear that sound coming from her, yet neither one of the men seemed to have a problem with it. When she chanced a glance at Frank, she could see that a smile was on his lips as he was looking down where his hand was manipulating her pussy.

  She burned all over as the electrical currents within her built until they were one single current that ripped through her body. It possessed every nerve ending as it crashed over an unseen zenith within her as her every limb seemed to have tensed up as the thrumming in her cunt became stronger.

  Dark spots appeared in her vision even though her eyes had shut. A white noise filled her ears, blocking out most of the noise around her, except for a faraway screaming that must have come from another room.

  Awareness seeped back into Brooke as her hearing returned. It was then she realized that the screaming she had heard was coming from her.

  Her weakened body shook as she found herself
clutching to the chains, holding the shackles to the wall as if they were a lifeline. Ragged breaths were being taken trying to catch her breath again.

  Opening her eyes, she found that both Frank and Bradley were looking at her. She had clutched her legs together, trapping Frank’s hand to her mound, but his other hand was around her waist now, holding her close to his side. Bradley had circled her shoulders with his arm as he pressed his body to hers. They held her until her senses returned.

  Bradley had moved his other hand to caress her neck, his mouth near her ear. “Are you all right, love?” he asked, concern in his voice.

  “I’m good,” she answered weakly. “Thank you.”

  “I love how responsive you are, Brooke,” Frank spoke from her other side. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

  She doubted that if anyone else had told her that, she would have believed it. But with Frank and Bradley, she knew they spoke the truth. She smiled a satisfied smile at each of the men.

  “Are you able to stand on your own?” Bradley inquired.

  Brooke realized that she was leaning against the men as if she had fallen. Standing, she released Frank’s hand, feeling the coating of her cream as he slid it across her thigh.

  Both men’s arms disappeared from her waist, shoulder, and neck as they pulled away but didn’t go far.

  “Take a deep breath,” Frank instructed.

  Although confused to why he said that, she did as she was told. Each man took a nipple clamp and undid them at the same time. Pain was immediate as blood rushed back into the tortured nubs. She was surprised when each bent and captured a nipple, laving them as they tried to soothe her.

  Feeling cherished, Brooke closed her eyes and savored the feelings that ran through her. Sex was new to her, but she knew that she was willing to try anything her men wanted.

  Brooke gazed down at the heads at her breasts, both blond-haired yet the cuts were different. Frank’s was cut close to his scalp in a military style. Bradley’s was longer, a bit ragged around his ears and the nape of his neck. He probably hadn’t had a haircut since before he had been shot.