Let's Get It On (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  Not she had anything against being naked in front of Sloan or Cyrus—far from it, but after the shock of being confronted by her old Master, that had been too raw a reminder of her time with him. And she really must stop thinking of him as her Master. He never earned the right, and even if he had done, he let her go, chucked her out on the damn street, in fact, so why the hell had he turned up now?

  It was too much to think about, so Lily shoved those thoughts back into the box in her mind she kept all unpleasant things in, and padded to the adjacent bathroom. Once she’d relieved herself, washed her hands and brushed her teeth to get rid of the lingering taste of Chinese food in her mouth, she was wide awake. She fished her phone out of her bag and rolled her eyes at the time. It was almost three a.m. Far too early to get up, so where was Sloan? He must have carried her up to the bedroom, and after what they’d shared so far, he wouldn’t have any compunctions to sleep with her, would he?

  Opening the bedroom door, his deep rumble carried up the stairs in the quiet house. There was a sliver of light that fell into the hallway from the slightly open living room door, so clearly he was in there, but who was he talking to in the middle of the night? She got her answer when she reached the bottom of the stairs, and heard Cyrus’s laugh. She pushed open the door, and froze in the door way at the sight of a deliciously rumpled looking Cyrus on Sloan’s computer screen. His hair was a mess, as though he’d run his hands through it repeatedly, and instead of the crisp business suits she was used to seeing him in, he wore an old college sweat shirt and pants that did little to hide his erection.

  Heat rose in her cheeks, when Cyrus winked at her and his voice came through the speakers loud and clear.

  “Well, speak of the devil. I spy a sleepy little subbie behind you, bro.”

  Sloan swung round to look at her and smiled, and Lily wasn’t entirely surprised to see him tenting his joggers, too. A rush of feminine power went through her at the thought that these two hunks wanted her, and a shiver of anticipation danced down her spine.

  “Should I be worried that you two have been discussing me?” she asked.

  “Not at all.”

  “Absolutely.”

  Sloan and Cyrus spoke in unison, and they both grinned at her. It was enough to make her feel quite lightheaded. Even though Cyrus was thousands of miles away, seeing him on the screen meant he might as well have been in the room, and her body responded to the combined dominance of these two men like it always did.

  Cyrus crooked his finger at her and her mouth went dry.

  “Step closer, little subbie. I want to get a look at what’s mine.” His voice dropped an octave as he spoke and Lily’s stomach dropped right with it. The way he growled mine had her grow wet in seconds, and she knew both men would have a clear view of her hard nipples. The thin tank top she wore provided no cover, and sure enough both men groaned when she stepped into the pool of light given out by the one lamp Sloan had switched on.

  “Hmm, very nice. Looks as though our girl is as excited to see us we are to see her, bro.”

  “I should hope so, Cy, but I think she is wearing far too many clothes for my liking.”

  Cyrus laughed and the world tilted a little when he pulled his sweats down and freed his large cock. Sloan followed suit, and a rush of her arousal soaked her thong as both men fisted themselves slowly.

  “I agree, and I think our girl needs a punishment. I mean look at us. This state we find ourselves in is all her fault after all.”

  Lily opened her mouth to protest, but the twinkle in Cyrus’s eyes stopped her. He was miles away from home, and she knew him well enough by now to recognize the tight set of his shoulders for what it was. For whatever reason, this trip wasn’t easy for him, and her Sir was stressed. The very least she could do was to relieve that stress in any way she could. So instead of the snarky reply that she’d been on the verge of giving, she simply sank to her knees on the floor, and bowed her head.

  “As you wish, Sirs.”

  * * * *

  Damn, seeing her on her knees like that, waiting for instructions, made Cyrus wish he wasn’t witnessing this through a computer screen. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but his own hand would have to suffice while he directed proceedings from afar. Sloan glanced at him and at his nod pulled his joggers up and left the room. Cyrus didn’t miss the way Lily’s breaths hitched and she almost looked up to see after him, but she stopped herself at the last moment.

  “Good girl,” he said, and she relaxed back into her submissive pose. “Sloan tells me you earned yourself a spanking earlier. I’m curious to see if he left his mark on you, so strip for me and present your ass to let me see.”

  A shudder went through her, and Cyrus grew even harder as she hesitantly got to her feet and proceeded to remove her clothes. Every inch of skin she exposed made him fist himself harder, and by the time she bent over in front of the screen exposing her pearly white globes, he was so close to coming he had to clear his throat several times before he could get the words out. Cyrus pinched the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from exploding yet, and his throat went dry when Lily looked at him over her shoulder. There was the sheen of tears in her eyes, and Cyrus smiled in an effort to reassure her.

  After what Sloan had told him about her earlier reaction to his joking suggestion that he wanted her naked and at his feet, he wouldn’t have been surprised had she refused to present. It said a lot about her need to submit to the right person that she was doing so now.

  “Spread your legs wider, so I can see how wet you are for me, little subbie. That’s a good girl.” His grin deepened when she complied and grasped the edge of the settee to steady herself.

  “Hands on your ankles, girl, and stay like that. Hmm, very nice, but I want you so wet that your juices run down your legs, and your ass is far too white. Wouldn’t you agree, bro?”

  A just-returned Sloan put his toy bag down and grinned. Another shudder went through her when he ran his hands all over her ass, and delved into her slit. Cyrus grunted his approval, when Sloan brought his slick fingers up for Cy to see, and then licked them clean.

  “I quite agree, bro. She’s nice and wet, but I know she can do much better than this, and I think we want her immobile and at our mercy for this, don’t we, Cy?”

  “Absofuckinglutely,” Cyrus said, and he leant in closer to the screen to not miss any of the action. Damn, he so wanted to be there. The air would be thick with their combined sexual musk, and his fingers itched to touch their girl. He flicked the speakers up to full, so as not to miss any of the little sounds Lily was making, and he laughed when Sloan slapped her ass hard. Her pale skin reddened beautifully and she toppled forward until she was half-supported by the settee. Pride filled him at the white knuckled grip she still had on her ankles. He wouldn’t have blamed her had she put her hands out to support herself.

  He exchanged a glance with Sloan, and he read the same concern for her in his brother’s gaze. They could easily push her too far and allow her to get lost in her submissive headspace. That motherfucking asshole had taken advantage of her, and they’d be fucked if they would allow that to happen again.

  Fortunately they had each other to make sure they wouldn’t. It made the whole process of helping Lily find out what she truly wanted and needed in their dynamics much easier.

  Sloan delivered several more open-handed swats to their girl’s ass, until she whimpered in need and her pussy hole clenched visibly. The fine sheen of arousal coated her skin, and she hissed in a breath through her teeth when Sloan ran his hands over the abused flesh. It glowed nice and pink in the shadowy light, and a whimper of pure need escaped Lily when Sloan dropped down to his knees and licked her slit to clit and back again, while digging his fingernails into her ass cheeks.

  Cyrus cursed the angle of the camera, which meant he couldn’t see properly, until Sloan moved sideways, while running his hands down their girl’s legs, and he gently pried her fingers away from her ankles.

  “Get o
n your knees, Lily and drape yourself over the settee. Let Cyrus see how wet you are for us, and how much you want me to fuck you.”

  “God, yes… please.”

  Lily’s voice, muffled as it was by the sofa cushions she had buried her face in nonetheless shook with need and Sloan laughed.

  “Yes, I thought you might like that, but not yet, what do you think, Cy? Does our girl deserve to come yet?”

  He winked at Cyrus and Cy shook his head, not trusting his voice to work at that moment in time. Instead he watched Sloan attach the spreader bar between Lily’s ankles, once she was kneeling on the floor, and then bind her wrists with rope and secure it to the feet of the settee. With her arms held bound above her head, her torso was half suspended over the settee, and with her legs spread wide, and held in place by the bar, Lily had nowhere to go.

  Her breaths came in short, erratic gasps, and when Sloan lifted her hair off her face, Cyrus could see her flushed expression. She licked her lips, and moaned out loud, when Sloan ran his hands slowly down her arms and then underneath her shoulders, until he could knead her heavy breasts. Judging by the way she jumped, his brother had reached her nipples and pinched them. Whatever he was doing, her breaths grew choppier, and more of her feminine arousal coated the tops her thighs. Her clit stood huge and proud out of its little hiding place and her inner lips turned much redder as the blood rushed to the sensitive area.

  “Keep doing that, bro. I reckon she could come just by you playing with her tits. Tell me what it feels like. Are her buds hard as nails?”

  Sloan groaned and flung him an almost comical look. Judging by the huge erection that tented Sloan’s joggers, he had as hard a time as Cyrus, and was no doubt ready to explode. At least the lucky bastard would get to bury himself balls deep inside their girl, while Cy would have to make do with his hand.

  Still, watching them fuck would have to do for now. It certainly beat jacking off to mental images alone.

  “You have no idea, bro. She’s so damn fucking responsive. If I do this…” Lily tensed and groaned. It was such a deep-throated, sexual sound that Cyrus’s dick jumped and his balls drew tight to his body. He had to take himself in hand and stroke along his engorged length. Shit, that felt way too good. Cyrus didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to come apart with them, so they would have to hurry this along a bit.

  “Yes, when I twist and pull, I imagine she feels those darts of pain right in her clit, don’t you sweet pet?” Sloan’s voice shook with hoarse need, and Cyrus pumped his dick faster. Fuck this, he was so fucking turned on, he had to come. No doubt he would be ready for round two in record time. “Answer me. Tell your Sirs, how you feel when I do this.” Sloan moved his arms sharply and Lily cried out in pain-filled arousal that made Cyrus clench his jaw in an effort not to shout out himself.

  “Tell us, girl.” Sloan’s voice took on that extra edge guaranteed to make any subbie squirm, and he glanced at the screen. Seeing what Cyrus was doing made him smirk and he moved one of his hands from under her, and wrapped it in her hair. A sharp yank made Lily cry out again and Sloan guided her head until she could see the screen. Her eyes widened and her blush deepened when her gaze zoomed in on the fevered movements of Cyrus’s hand on his dick. Lily groaned and licked her lips, and Sloan laughed.

  “Such a naughty girl. See what you’re doing to Cyrus?” Sloan’s arm jerked again and again and each time Lily’s color heightened further. Her breath sped up and her eyes took on that unfocused look. Cyrus was pretty damn sure he looked just the same, his own gaze riveted on their girl’s reaction to seeing him fist his cock, and Sloan’s manipulation of her awesome tits.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Make her fly with… fuuuuck.”

  Lily’s scream echoed in his ears as his orgasm burst from him, and he shot thick arching jets of his cum all over his hands and belly. A milky white stream hit the screen and ran over Lily’s flushed face as she, too, hit her peak, and they came together, or as together as they could be.

  Cyrus let his head fall back and waited for his trembling limbs to follow the demands of his brain. When he did open his eyes again it was to see Sloan kissing their girl. The tenderness his brother displayed as he whispered to Lily made his chest feel tight with longing. She whimpered and nodded to whatever he said to her, and when Sloan glanced up and his gaze connected with Cyrus the blast of his brother’s emotions hit him straight in the gut. He nodded to Sloan and the other man smiled, and winked at him.

  “What shall I do with this naughty girl now, Cy? Look at the state of my brother, my sweet.”

  Lily blinked and Cyrus fell in love with her a bit more, when she looked at him. Utterly flustered, she looked adorable and he felt himself harden again, and the most delightful blush stained her cheeks.

  “I’m sorry, Sirs. Please punish me.”

  Chapter Eleven

  With her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks and the blood rushing in her ears, she almost didn’t hear both her men’s combined groans to her whispered words. The rational side of her brain did wonder why on earth she had said that. Making her ask for a punishment had been the asshole master’s—Lily grinned inside and pride filled her at being able to refer to him thus, even if it was just in her thoughts—favorite mind-fuck. Naked, on her knees, and sobbing, she would be made to ask for his forgiveness for some imagined slight. It had always been made up, because Lily had lived too much in fear of his brutality to risk ever pissing him off, not that he’d ever needed an excuse to make her suffer. And his punishments had only ever hurt and humiliated her. They had never been playful or even harsh and deserved.

  So why then was she asking to be punished now? Lily waited for the sickening panic to consume her, especially when Sloan rummaged through his toy bag. A paddle appeared, followed by a crop that made Lily’s heart beat faster. Lube appeared next and then a butt plug still in its wrapping.

  “Oh, very nice, bro. I like your thinking. Make her ask for it again. It’s so fucking hot to hear her.”

  Cyrus’s voice shook with barely restrained emotion and she wrenched her gaze away from the assortment of toys Sloan planned on using on her, and focused on Cyrus instead. She flinched when something cold dribbled down her ass crack, and bit her lip when she felt first one and then two slick fingers probe inside her dark hole.

  “Relax, baby. It’s just my fingers for now.”

  Cyrus nodded at her, and she let out the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding, and pushed back against Sloan’s fingers in her ass.

  “That’s our girl.” Cyrus said, and his gaze burnt hotter, as Sloan inserted another finger. Lily whimpered against the stretching burn, and then jumped when something started buzzing close to her clit. Sloan chuckled in her ear and his warmth suffused her as he leant over her back to whisper in her ear.

  “There you are, take this for me, baby. We need to stretch you, so when Cyrus comes back we can take it in turns to fuck both your holes, and if you’re a very good girl, you’ll have both our cocks at once. You’d like that wouldn’t you, my sweet?”

  Heat rolled over her skin at the growled suggestion in her ear, and when Sloan pulled her head back by her hair, she whimpered her assent.

  “What’s that?” he asked, as his lips kicked up into the most sinful smile. “I’m sure Cyrus didn’t hear that. Speak up, girl, so both your Sirs can hear you. Tell us what you want us to do.”

  Lily licked her lips and swallowed past the lump in her throat. She could practically feel the heat of Cyrus’s gaze burn across her skin, and the world narrowed to just this moment with her Sirs. The past didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Sloan’s deep voice that sunk into the very fabric of her soul and made the words spill from her lips.

  “I want you both to fuck me, any which way you see fit. I’m yours, Sirs.”

  Cyrus swore and Lily lost herself in the approval burning her soul from the depth of Sloan’s azure gaze. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, and Lily squirmed against his hand as he held
the vibrator right against her clit. The relentless vibrations made her insides clench in heated arousal and in no time at all she hovered at the edge of another release.

  “No coming now, until I say so.”

  Cyrus’s harsh demand broke through her lust-filled brain at the same time as Sloan broke the kiss, and the pressure in her ass increased to the point of pain.

  A swat to her ass cheek startled her, and the burn increased.

  “No, I can’t… I… no, please.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet it didn’t even occur to her to scream red. Held in place by her bonds and with Cyrus watching her every reaction, she was utterly helpless to do anything but take what Sloan dished out. Her brain took a hike, and her emotions took over, swamping her, filling her with need, until nothing existed but the burn in her ass, the soothing nonsense that Sloan whispered in her ear, and the ceaseless vibrations against her clit, that threatened to hurtle her over and into the abyss.

  “That’s my girl, it’s all in and you look so fucking hot.”

  Sloan’s strained voice in her ear confirmed the incredible fullness in her ass and when she clenched around the smooth object lodged deep in her ass, pleasure surged through her. The vibrations increased another notch, and when Sloan pushed the toy into her pussy and pinched her clit, Lily screamed. Sloan wiggled the plug, and her orgasm raced through her with the velocity of a derailed freight train. By the time the room stopped spinning and she could focus again, Sloan had stripped naked, and her pussy clenched anew at the sight of his fully erect cock. His thick head was slick with pre-cum and a quick glance at Cyrus on the screen showed him to be in the same state again.

  “Oh, you’ve done it now, girl.” Sloan shook his head and picked up the paddle. He swatted it against his hand and Lily jumped at the loud smack that seemed to echo around the room.

  “How many swats does she deserve for coming without our permission, do you think, bro?” he asked Cyrus and his brother smirked while running his hand up and down the length of his erect dick.