To Sir with Love [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “You’re welcome, Leta. You taste like heaven. Thank you for letting me do that.”

  When she kissed him, he found it incredibly sexy, because surely she could taste her own pussy juices. She only released the kiss when they heard Nando come into the room. He dumped a large leather bag onto his desk and then unzipped it. He tossed a box of condoms toward Graham, who caught it with one hand, and then Nando took out a large bottle of lube and grinned. “Time to get this party started.”

  * * * *

  Leta giggled and squirmed as she watched Graham rise and shed his clothes. Nando removed his as well, and then both men put on condoms. She fell back against the sofa cushions and smiled, basking in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. Who knew Graham was so amazing with his mouth? Not only could he kiss, but rarely had Nando been able to make her come with his mouth that quickly.

  Graham climbed on top of her again and kissed her. When he slid his dick into her pussy, she cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him once more, riding the waves of pleasure. Her climax had never really stopped, and now her pussy contracted around his cock. He moaned loudly and fucked her rough and deep, but she didn’t mind. It felt so damn good she hoped they both went for hours tonight.

  Nando knelt close to her face and brushed a finger along it. “Thank you, pet.”

  “No. Thank you. Sir.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.

  Graham withdrew, and Leta wasn’t sure how he had such self-control. His face was red and veins stood out on his neck. “Let’s take turns. Is that okay? So fucking sexy that way.”

  “Don’t have to ask me twice.” Nando crawled on top of her and kissed her, teasing her with his teeth and tongue, and rubbing his dick against her pussy but not pushing it inside.

  Leta was out of her mind with desire. “Please, Sir…please fuck me.”

  Nando lifted his head to meet her gaze, grinning in a way that had her wondering what devious game he had in mind. “Well, I don’t know. I think you should earn it.” He glanced up at Graham. “Don’t you?”

  His grin was just as evil, and Leta moaned. “Oh no…you two wouldn’t, would you?”

  “Oh yes we would,” said Nando. He sat back on his heels and nodded toward Graham. “Do me a favor, would you? Go into my toy bag and find the bondage rope.”

  “No, Sir. Please.”

  “Please what, pet? Please don’t tie you up? You love being tied up.”

  “Please don’t make me wait for it. I need you to fuck me. Now.”

  She reached for him but he caught her wrists in one hand and moved her arms overhead. Then he leaned close until his mouth was mere centimeters from her face. “It’s not about giving you want you want, pet. It’s about giving you what you need.”

  She shivered both at his words and from the tone in his voice. Graham helped him tie her wrists together, and then they tied the end of the rope to one of the sofa legs. They wrapped the rope around each ankle as well, and fastened those ends to the sofa legs, too. Nando checked the bonds to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight, but she’d been tied up with this rope many times. It was very soft and never hurt her or left marks. He knew what he was doing and she trusted him.

  He and Graham both circled the sofa, grinning, torturing her with the sight of their swollen cocks and their fucking gorgeous bodies that she wanted to devour with every fiber of her being. “You two are cruel.”

  “No, we’re not,” said Graham. “We’re admiring you. Like a work of art.”

  Nando snapped his fingers. “That’s it. Art. That’s how we can make her work for it.”

  “What?”

  He and Graham exchanged a glance, and then Graham laughed. “Oh, that’s devious, but I love it.”

  “Sadists. Both of you.”

  “Duh,” said Nando. “You just figured that out now, pet?” He walked over to the desk and dug in the bag, then pulled out the deerskin flogger he normally used to warm her up. It was thick and the falls were long, and he knew she loved it. He dragged it across her nipples, and then gently swung it against her pussy. “First question. You get it right, we reward you.”

  “You’re kidding, Sir…”

  “No, I’m not.”

  Graham was on Nando’s laptop, surfing. She stared at him, unable to believe they were doing this to her. “Okay. I got one. Who sculpted the ‘Gates of Hell?’”

  “What?”

  “You heard him,” said Nando, brushing the falls against her breasts and pussy again. “Answer, please.”

  “You two are insane.”

  “Wrong answer. That’s ten points in the hole already.”

  “Points?” She giggled. “Am I in school now?”

  “Yes, points. You need to earn…fifty points before one of us fucks you.”

  Leta couldn’t stop her giggles. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

  “Believe it,” said Graham. “What’s your answer? You get one more try.”

  She could hardly breathe let alone dig out facts from her college classes right now. “Um…Rodin.”

  “Very good. Now you’re even again. Next question.”

  Nando slapped the falls against her nipples and pussy several times, which only served to increase her arousal.

  “Who is famous for producing images of Campbell’s soup cans?”

  “Easy one, Sir. Andy Warhol.”

  “Good. Now you have five points.”

  “Why only five?”

  “Because you said it was easy.”

  She didn’t mention how easy the rest of them were after that, but they all were. At least to her, anyway. And the entire time, Nando tortured her with the falls. When she finally earned fifty points after answering nine more questions correctly, Nando put down the flogger and climbed on top of her.

  As he gently slid his dick into her pussy, Leta knew that this night was going to top everything she’d done in her life up to that point, including the play and sex session they’d had the night before. And she couldn’t wait to see what else these two had in store for her.

  Chapter Twelve

  The questions became harder as Graham ran out of generic sites on which to find art history facts. Leta could tell he was really searching for obscure works, and she missed several of them because she was simply in too much a brain fog to remember the answers.

  Nando switched from using the deerskin flogger to the Wartenberg wheel, which made her crazy for more. Each time she finally reached fifty points, the men only fucked her for a few moments, and then pulled out, continually leaving her without having reached orgasm.

  No amount of begging or pleading made them stop looking for questions, or made Nando stop teasing her with sensations. She marveled at their willpower because hers was totally gone.

  “Please…please, Sirs. I can’t take anymore. Please fuck me. Please!”

  Nando straddled her, teasing her chin with his cock. “When we say, how we say, as much as we say, pet. We want you so wet…so ripe and ready for us, that you explode when we finally let you come again.”

  “I’m already there, Sir. Please.” Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. She’d never been this turned-on in her life. Her entire body trembled. Each time she flexed her Kegel muscles, tiny contractions raced up and down her pussy walls. If one of them merely touched her clit right now she’d come.

  “Not quite yet.” Nando climbed off her and dug in the bag again. When he pulled out a lighter and candles, she groaned loudly.

  “No…please, Sir. No. I can’t take anymore.”

  “Was that a safeword?”

  She could do that. It was always an option. But then this would be over and she didn’t want it to be. Nothing they’d done together had come close to this exquisite teasing. He’d never made her wait this long for anything, and she loved him all the more for it because he’d involved Graham as well. He was trying so hard. They both were. No. She didn’t want to make them stop. “No, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”


  She lived for those words. They evoked an overwhelming need to please him and see that look in his eyes like nothing else did.

  “She has a degree in history as well. I think it’s time to challenge her with those questions now.”

  “I don’t know as much about general history, Sir.”

  “Then you’ll have to work harder, won’t you?”

  Graham chuckled as he surfed the Internet, while Nando stood over her and carefully dripped wax onto her breasts. Leta cried out as each drop landed on her skin. She loved the warmth of the wax as much as the slight pain it produced. But the burn was short-lived because it cooled so quickly. Nando didn’t use the candles very often because he normally had no patience for this precise kind of play, but tonight he seemed determined to help her enjoy each sensation as if it were brand new.

  He moved the wax to her abdomen as Graham asked her general questions about American history. Those, she could handle. If he moved to other countries or something obscure, she’d be hosed.

  When Nando dripped wax onto her pussy lips, she couldn’t take anymore. She was very close to safewording when Graham finally closed the laptop. “I think we’ve made her work hard enough, haven’t we?” He stood over her and admired the wax. “That’s pretty. Almost like a painting.”

  “Oh, please…” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”

  They exchanged a glance. “Anything?” asked Graham.

  “Yes, Sir. Anything.” She meant it. This had to end. She needed them both inside her.

  They walked over to the other side of the room and bent their heads close together, speaking in hushed tones that she couldn’t decipher. She screamed in frustration, but all that did was earn her the look from Nando, and then they returned to talking again.

  When they finally approached her, they used a knife edge to scrape off the cooled wax, and all that did was send her into a frenzy of need once again. When they were finally done, they untied her and Graham carried her out of the room.

  Nando grabbed the toy bag as they made their way to the bedroom she shared with him. Once they’d placed her on her feet again, she asked to use the bathroom, and Nando gave her right ass cheek a hard smack. “Hurry up.”

  She giggled and scooted into the room, taking care of her needs as quickly as possible. When she emerged, they’d closed the blinds and lit candles. Nando motioned for her to kneel, so she dropped to the floor. He cupped her face. “Here’s what we want, pet. Your safewords will apply, as always. One of us in your mouth and the other in your pussy, then your ass. We’ll change condoms, of course, in between fucking your ass and your pussy.”

  He moved aside and Graham stood in front of her, cupping her face the way Nando usually did. Leta shivered. He was as much her Dom now as Nando was, and her breath came out in shaky gasps as the full realization of that hit her. “And then, we fuck you in your ass and your pussy at the same time. We’ll use plenty of lube, and if you don’t like it, safeword and we stop. Do you agree?”

  “Oh God…yes, Sir. That sounds exquisite.”

  “Good girl.” Those words coming from Graham had the same effect as when Nando spoke them, and Leta could barely contain her excitement now. Graham helped her stand, and then led her to the bed, where they told her to lie on her side. Graham took off his condom and knelt next to her face and she didn’t even wait for him to tell her to open her mouth.

  She licked his dick and his balls, loving the way he moaned loudly and grasped her head, holding it with both hands. Nando lifted her top leg and caressed her pussy and asshole until she thought she’d go out of her mind, and then finally he pushed his cock into her pussy. She exploded in a crazy orgasm that left her shaking.

  Graham still fucked her mouth, and Nando said it was hot to watch her giving him a blow job. When Nando pulled out, so did Graham, and then he put on another condom and took Nando’s place. Nando took off his and slid his dick into her mouth, while Graham fucked her pussy, slowly.

  “That is so hot to watch,” said Graham, his voice barely above a whisper. He caressed her breasts. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “She sure does.” Nando glanced toward Graham, watching him for a few seconds. “I love this, pet. Watching him fuck you while you suck my dick. Oh God I fucking love this.” He withdrew, and then put on a condom. “Have her straddle you. She can fuck you while on top.”

  Graham pulled out and lay on his back. Leta crawled on top of him and sheathed his dick with her pussy, moaning loudly as he grasped her hips and moved her up and down. “Lie against my chest, Leta.” She did as he asked, and then moaned louder when each thrust massaged her clit. She was going to come again. There was no doubt about it.

  “Now suck my dick while Nando fucks your ass.”

  Graham’s voice was so commanding and sexy that Leta didn’t hesitate to move off him. She even removed his condom for him, and then slithered down his body to take his cock into her mouth again. Behind her, Nando gave her ass cheeks a few slaps, and then he slid two lubed fingers into her ass. She pushed back against him, wanting more. When he slipped his dick inside, she took more of Graham into her mouth and tried to simply keep breathing. It felt so damn good she could hardly stand it.

  Both men moaned and grunted, and then Nando pulled out. “Get back on top of him. I want his dick in your pussy now.”

  She helped Graham put another condom on and sheathed his cock once more, then lay against his chest and held her breath as Nando put his dick back into her asshole, slowly. The fullness was exquisite. She’d never felt anything like it.

  “Oh God this is so fucking over-the-top amazing,” said Nando. “Pet, are you okay? Do you like this?”

  “I love it, Sir.”

  “I can barely hang on,” said Graham. “I’ve never felt anything so damn incredible in my life.”

  They didn’t thrust for long, but they didn’t need to. Another climax overtook her, and her moans became a steady stream of whimpers and weak cries as she merely let go and let it wash over her. They asked to change places, and both men had to help her climb off Graham and onto Nando. She was lost in a sea of decadent sensations unlike any she’d ever experienced before.

  This time, the men thrust hard and deep, and soon both her ass and pussy were sore and tender, but she didn’t care. She wanted them to fuck her silly. She wanted them to use her up and leave nothing. Her orgasm still hadn’t stopped. It just went on and on. When each man came, they cried out loudly, and by the time both stopped thrusting and stroked her hair and back, all three were damp with sweat.

  They pulled out and removed their condoms, and then one of them washed her with a warm cloth. She didn’t even open her eyes to see who it was. It didn’t matter. They’d each claimed her as their own tonight in ways they hadn’t done the previous night. She belonged to both of them now, and she couldn’t be happier about that.

  They took turns holding her, stroking her hair and back again, whispering how much they’d enjoyed that and asking her again and again if she had as well. She assured them as many times as they asked that she had loved every second of it, and couldn’t wait to do it again.

  Leta drifted off to sleep in their arms, all memories of that horrible night in Oxford pushed way down deep where she might never find them again. Any reservations she’d had about Graham joining them in play or sex again were gone as well. Nando had seen to that, and her heart burst with love for him all over again as she realized everything he’d done for the three of them tonight.

  She also understood the huge leaps that Graham had made, not only in coming to terms with his past, but in moving forward with the kind of life he deserved to have. She would do all she could to make them each happy from this moment forward, because both men wanted this to work. She did as well. She’d never been this content, and wanted to feel this way every day for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Monday morning, after Nando and Graham both left for work, Leta finished her chores in two hours
and did something she hadn’t done since shortly after moving into this house with Nando three years earlier. She wandered into the room he’d had made into a studio for her.

  Estevan was on his way over, at her request, to bring brushes and other supplies that were extras for him. All her own supplies had been left behind in New York, and every attempt of Nando’s to entice her to purchase new ones had failed.

  But last evening, as the three relaxed on the deck and made small talk, she asked them if they’d mind her borrowing some of Estevan’s brushes and paint to try her hand at it again.

  “What happened to change your mind?” asked Nando.

  “I honestly don’t know. But when I woke up this morning, the smell of paint was on my mind, and I realized how much I miss it. I was never very good at it, at least by the University of Mississippi’s standards, but I found it very relaxing.”

  “Don’t you have your own brushes and paint?” asked Graham.

  She told him about leaving them behind in New York. “But Estevan has told me more than once he’d let me have the ones he never uses. And I still have my camera.”

  “Camera?” asked Graham.

  “I used to carry it with me everywhere, and when I saw something that inspired me, I’d take pictures. Then once they were developed, I’d paint from those, adding my own touches.”

  “Then I say go for it.”

  Estevan arrived just after noon, and they sat out on the deck to talk. Leta made him a sandwich and poured him a glass of the sweet tea she’d made Saturday afternoon. “How are things with Jade and Liam?”

  “They’re fabulous. But I miss them both all day when they’re at work.”

  “Did you move back into your condo once it was cleaned up from the flood?”

  “No. It’s up for sale now. And Jade got out of the lease for her apartment. We both moved into Liam’s house.”

  She glanced up at the hillsides where Liam’s house was, along with so many other homes belonging to members of the Durante and Raleigh family. “So now you’re one of the lords looking down on us serfs.”