Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Charlotte Smith

Remy moaned, unable to stop her hips from rotating. Now that she knew what was coming, her cunt clenched frantically, and she had to stop herself from begging Drake to put his big fingers into her hole.

  “With pleasure. I think ten should be about right.” Knox cracked his hand down on Remy’s tender cheeks, walloping her soft flesh with slaps that had her body jerking with every blow. He spaced the swats over every available inch of ass, rubbing the heat into her leisurely before delivering the next spank.

  Remy moaned uncontrollably now, her ass lifting into every blow. The initial pain of each slap blended with the slow burn consuming her pussy, sending little electric shocks racing up into her tight channel. She clenched frantically, the only thing between her and climax the emptiness of her sodden cunt.

  “That’s five.” Knox’s voice was hoarse. “I think she deserves something special for the last five. After all, she didn’t ever tell us she likes dresses.”

  At Knox’s suggestion, Drake fucked two sticky fingers straight into Remy’s creaming pussy, blowing her approaching climax back in on itself and spiraling her desire into a tight coil low in her belly. He scissored and hooked those thick digits inside her, caressing the tender internal flesh and teasing her G-spot until she thought she’d go crazy from the pleasure.

  “Oh, please, touch my clit.” The words poured unbidden from Remy’s mouth. “Pleasepleaseplease, Knox, spank me again.”

  Remy felt Drake’s arm pin down across her back as she tried to buck her clit against his leg, holding her down effectively. He swirled his fingers through the thick cream she could feel pouring out of her, spreading it down to his last knuckles. Remy babbled, the words flowing from her mouth the way that tears had started to flow from her eyes. She didn’t care what they did to her, had stopped even paying attention to them, until she felt Drake’s hand snake down and pinch her clit. Hard.

  Remy screamed.

  The hard fingers holding her clit prisoner cut off all sensation, turning what should have been a glorious climax into more delicious torture. Remy snarled, bucking harder against the strong forearm holding her pinioned against Drake’s muscled thighs. The fingers pinching her clit clamped tighter, causing her to whimper and go limp. She understood this was their show. She wouldn’t be able to force them to give her an orgasm, and she secretly delighted in the way they took control of her body. She breathed shallowly, waiting for them to do something.

  “Home stretch, baby.” Knox’s voice was like gravel. “Five more swats and you’re done. We’re very proud of you, you know. Now take the rest of your punishment like a good girl.”

  Remy moaned softly, her head sagging towards the floor. She wrapped her arms around Drake’s strong calf, steeling herself for whatever was coming next. She didn’t have to wait long.

  Drake released her clit, the sensation of blood rushing back into the little bud ripping a scream from Remy’s throat. Her clit felt swollen, and she could feel it pulse with the beat of her heart, which was going overtime. Before she could savor that sensation, though, Drake’s diabolical fingers moved again, and he drilled the fingers wet with her cream right into her still-tender ass.

  Remy screamed again, her scream turning into a breathy moan as Drake’s thumb sank deep into her pussy. He pinched his fingers and thumb together, rubbing the swath of skin between ass and pussy back and forth with his big digits. The thin wall separating his thumb and fingers sizzled with an unholy pleasure, and Remy whimpered, soft little mews muffled in Drake’s jean-clad calf.

  Just as she began getting used to the sensation, Knox’s hand cracked down over her ass as he resumed her punishment. She writhed and squirmed, the little motions grinding her against where Drake invaded both her holes with his big digits. Each motion set off a riot of sparkly pleasure in her ass and pussy, and Drake’s rubbing motions intensified the pleasure-pain streaking in white hot waves back and forth from one hole to the other.

  Right when Remy had given herself completely to their ministrations, going limp and whimpering, Knox stopped spanking her. And before her confused brain could comprehend he was finished, she felt Drake’s fingers stroking the sensitive walls of her anus as he began to remove them at the same time his thumb slipped from her pussy.

  “No!” Remy clenched uselessly on Drake’s digits, trying in vain to hold them inside her. “Please, I have to come!” Remy wailed, tears pouring from her eyes now as she realized her punishment was over and she hadn’t had the orgasm her body craved.

  She felt herself flipped over once more on Drake’s lap, finding herself straddling him backwards, draped over him with her knees spread wide over his and her back against his chest. He took both her hands in one of his, preventing her from reaching for her clit to finish the job herself.

  In that instant, she became aware of another presence in the room, and she looked up to see Joss sitting across from her on a sofa, the massive bulge in his jeans testament to the fact that he’d clearly been watching for a while. Remy realized she must have been so overloaded on sensation she didn’t even notice his return. From Remy’s position it seemed like the brothers weren’t content with the scene they’d just performed. Apparently a new scene was about to begin.

  * * * *

  Knox pulled the straps of her sundress down her arms so her breasts were on display then carefully arranged the skirt of her dress so it rested above her waist, giving himself and Joss an uninterrupted view of the pussy dripping with so much cream some of it had slid down the tops of Remy’s thighs to coat them with a slippery sheen.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.” Joss stood up leisurely, walking over to where Remy still sniffled. “Anything I can do?”

  Knox examined the beautiful woman spread over his brother’s lap, taking particular note of the tight pink nipples that seemed to beg for attention.

  “Yeah.” Knox grinned wolfishly, going to his knees between Remy’s spread legs and causing her to gasp. He eyed the trickle of cream running down her folds and felt his mouth start to water. He hadn’t yet had the pleasure of eating Remy’s sweet cunt, and that cunt did look awfully sweet right now.

  “Those tits sure look like they could use a little love. Maybe you could help her out with that?” Knox leaned forward as he spoke so that with his last words he blew little puffs of breath directly onto Remy’s pussy. He smiled as another trickle of cream slid out of her hot little hole and stretched his tongue forward to catch it.

  Remy’s reaction was immediate. She jolted hard, Drake’s arms like steel bands around her waist preventing her from escaping the tongue-lashing his brother treated her to. Knox devoured the cream sliding from her cunt, tunneling his tongue into her clenching hole to suck more out of her. He left no part of her pussy untasted, feasting on her with licks, nips, and sucks.

  * * * *

  In the meantime, Remy became aware of Joss’ hungry gaze.

  “I don’t know what you did to piss them off this bad, but, baby, I’m glad I get to help them take it out on you.” Joss reached for her with both hands, briefly kneading the aching globes of her breasts, long neglected during her punishment. Remy arched herself into his palms, moaning as he stroked and squeezed the soft flesh. Her moan turned into a squeal, however, when instead of continuing his gentle ministrations, Joss took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

  Her squeals rose in volume and pitch as he rolled her nipples within his tight grip, effectively clamping them with his fingertips. The pinches he forced on her shot waves of pained pleasure straight to her clit, which Knox had latched onto and was sucking like it was a delicious candy.

  Remy let her head fall back onto Drake’s shoulder as she gave up all control. She trusted these men to do whatever they wanted with her body. She just hoped they wanted to make her come.

  Sensing the change in her, Drake leaned his head so his mouth grazed her ear. “Beg Knox, baby. Beg him for your orgasm.”

  Remy didn’t hesitate, doing exactly what Drake ordered. “Knox
.” Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. She cleared her throat to try again. “Knox, please let me come.”

  Everything sped up. Knox’s tongue was a positive tornado against her pussy, and Joss pinched her nipples in time with Knox’s licks. Drake gripped her face in one big hand and turned it toward him, kissing her deeply and swallowing her soft moans.

  Everything tensed, and time felt as though it stopped for a moment. Then Knox delivered a single hard suck to her clit that had her entire body bowing. Remy tore her mouth from Drake’s to scream her pleasure, her body arching forward and going taut before her climax bloomed outward, cresting in a shower of sparks that raced through every cell before leaving her limp, sweaty, and gasping.

  Drake readjusted the straps of her sundress, and Knox rose up from his knees, pulling her skirt back down. Joss gave her breasts a last, loving stroke then went to sit back down on the sofa.

  When Remy was finally able to muster the strength to move, she collapsed onto a chaise lounge, sighing deeply. She cracked an eye when she became aware of the stillness around her then flushed as she realized that, while she’d gotten hers, all of her men still had erections straining at the front of their pants. When she tried to move toward them though, Joss stopped her with a raised hand.

  “Breakfast. I’m starving, and I bet you’re starving, too. Although,” he said with a leer, “my appetites could be taken care of in bed...”

  Remy snickered. All this nookie was going to lead somewhere bad, she decided. At least she could follow Joss’s advice and have something to eat since she obviously had to keep her strength up.

  As she approached the sideboard loaded with dishes, she reminded herself of Drake’s earlier statement, that whichever of them had ordered the food she chose for breakfast would get a prize. Wryly, she bet herself a million dollars she could guess what that prize was going to be.

  Remy’s eyes grew round as she lifted the lids off the serving dishes, seeing what her men had ordered. They weren’t kidding that they knew her well. Her mouth watered as she looked at platters full of her favorites—eggs Benedict, an omelet with asparagus and Gruyère, petit pain au chocolat. She was at a loss as to what she should eat because it all looked so good. And smelled good. She groaned inwardly, her appetite flaring to life after the rigorous workouts she’d had the last day and a half.

  She was aware of a solemn silence behind her as she picked up a plate, and she resisted the urge to turn around. She hesitated a moment then decisively reached out and scooped a serving of eggs Benedict onto her plate. No sense letting good hollandaise sauce go to waste, she thought as she shrugged. Aware of explosive breath let out behind her, she grabbed a fork and turned around to see Drake and Joss glaring at their brother. Knox, on the other hand, sat beaming at her.

  “Don’t pat yourself on the back too hard.” Remy laughed. “Gentlemen”—she looked sternly back and forth between the other two—“the only reason I took the eggs Benny is because it has a perishable sauce. I love omelets and pain au chocolat, so don’t get all huffy. Knox doesn’t know me any better than the two of you. He just ordered smarter.” With that, Remy flounced into a chair and dug in.

  “So where were you this morning?” Remy directed her question to Joss, who was loading his plate with steak and eggs.

  “Drop off,” he replied shortly. “Had to get the intel we gathered last night to the checkpoint.”

  Remy nodded, chewing slowly to savor the taste of the hollandaise. “Are we wheels up after breakfast then?” she asked Drake. He was always the one who coordinated their movements when they were on ops, and he was notorious for his precision.

  “Nah.” Drake took a swig of orange juice, helping himself to more bacon. “Thought we’d take a few days to enjoy Monaco before heading home.”

  Remy paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. They never did this. Their team always got in and out, finishing a job and heading straight back to the US. She chewed thoughtfully, not quite sure what to make of Drake’s answer.

  “Besides,” Knox chimed in, “I want time to enjoy my prize.”

  Remy rolled her eyes. “And what prize would that be?”

  “Get your mind out of the gutter.” Knox laughed. “We’re staying in Monaco so we can spend time together. One-on-one.”

  Remy’s jaw dropped, and she looked from Knox to Drake and Joss, wanting to see if Knox was kidding. “Really?”

  “Really.” Joss speared a bite of steak on his fork, pausing before lifting it to his mouth. “Knox won the breakfast challenge, so he gets you to himself today. Tomorrow’s mine, and Drake will get you the day after.” He grinned, popping the bite of steak in.

  “Don’t worry about missing me for two days, love.” Drake grinned wickedly at Remy as he tore apart a Danish. “We’re one-on-one during the day, but when you get back for the night, it’s lady’s choice. You’re more than welcome to stick with one of us, but bet your sweet ass, the other two will try to persuade you otherwise.”

  Remy flushed, imagining the kind of persuasion Drake implied. There was no way she’d be able to resist them, and she was sure it would be more fun with all three of them playing with her.

  “Okay.” She wiped her mouth daintily and stood up from the table. “Knox, you done? I suddenly have a strong desire to see the sights of Monaco.”

  Knox grinned and threw his own napkin onto the table. He stood up and handed Remy her purse, grabbing his wallet and offering her his arm. “You boys have fun today,” he called over his shoulder to his brothers. He laughed as he ran out the door, pulling Remy behind him.

  Chapter 10

  Remy rolled over, stretching languorously like a cat. The last three days had been the happiest she could remember ever spending, and she savored the moment, allowing scenes to replay in her mind before opening her eyes.

  The day she’d spent with Knox had been spent sightseeing in Monaco. They’d visited the residence of the prince, as well as other museums and historic sites.

  Remy smiled to herself as she remembered strolling hand in hand through plazas, eating gelato, and talking about trivial things, and she’d loved every moment of the carefree atmosphere.

  At one point, they’d gotten caught in a sudden sun-shower and had started to run for cover along with the other people stranded outside. It became obvious pretty quickly they couldn’t get any wetter, so they’d stopped running. Knox had turned to her, cupping her streaming face in his hands and kissing her senseless. They’d returned to the suite soggy, much to the astonishment of Drake and Joss, and Remy had laughed as she’d stripped out of her soaked, clinging clothing on her way to the shower. She wasn’t at all surprised when Knox joined her, and even less surprised when the shower they were taking to warm up turned even hotter as Knox boosted her up and lowered her down on his waiting erection. He took her twice in the shower, making love to her so passionately she cried when she came.

  The next day, the day she spent with Joss, they had curled up together on the sofa in their suite and watched zombie movies after Drake and Knox had left to go snorkeling. Both of them shared a passion for zombie flicks—the campier the better—and they’d eaten popcorn, hollered at especially awesome stunts, and booed when characters they liked got eaten. It took them three times as long as it should have to watch each movie because of the frequent breaks they took, breaks spent making love on the sofa, the floor, and anywhere else that took their fancy. She’d never felt so relaxed.

  That night, while watching television, all four had been pleased to see a news report detailing the arrest of Contois. He would be tried in front of a UN tribunal, and they were happy they’d been able to help put a cockroach like him out of business.

  Her day with Drake had been spent on Monaco’s famous beach. They’d napped in the sand, hunted seashells, and played in the surf together, the contrast of the cool water and Drake’s warm skin delicious to feel. Remy had licked salty droplets of water off his skin, and he’d kissed her while they swam. He’d also tri
ed to drown her when he tossed her shrieking into the ocean, Remy remembered wryly, but she’d paid him back in kind when she swam after him underwater and took out his legs. She’d laughed when he came up sputtering.

  That evening he’d brought her back to a candlelight dinner in their suite, and after they’d finished eating, he’d stripped her bare and laid her out on her bed. Expecting him to make love to her, Remy had moaned in delight when he smoothed oil-slickened hands down her back, kneading her muscles and swirling his hands over her flesh until she felt like a wet noodle. Pliant and content, Remy had been happy to let Drake prop her ankles on his shoulders when he finally took her.

  Next, she let her mind drift to the wicked nights she’d spent with her men. They’d taken her separately and together, just as Knox had promised, and each night they’d push her boundaries even farther. She loved when they dominated her, and she lost count of the orgasms she had with them. Their control of each sexual situation raised her arousal so that she’d fight them, and that’s what really got all of them off. She knew they were strong enough to deny her and force her to do what they wanted, and they knew the gift of her trust was what made the pleasure they all took so mind-blowing. They’d given her a safe word when they’d started what Drake called her training, and so far she’d been happy not to use it. Even at her most frustrated, when she swore she’d kill for an orgasm, she trusted them to rocket her up so high with pleasure she wouldn’t want to come down.

  Remy sighed, opening her eyes at last. As fantastic as the last few days had been, it was time to go back to reality.

  She got up and had gone to her suitcase, staring down into its depths as she decided what to wear, when a wicked smile crossed her face.

  On a whim, she’d brought some seriously naughty lingerie, not really having any idea if she’d have a chance to wear it. This seemed like the perfect time, she mused, to give her men a show. It would mark their last day in Monaco and hopefully make it unforgettable.