Hot Property [Discretions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Good evening,” she said composedly to Jared.

  “I sure hope it will be,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing the back of it in an old-fashioned, courtly manner. Gentlemen were born, not made, someone had once told her. Jared, with his aristocratic connections and privileged lifestyle, was living proof of that. “Come along. Let’s have a drink.”

  There was vintage pink champagne to drink and canapés to nibble. They stood beside the pool, Trafford lurking in the hope of a canapé or two falling his way. Jared and Kent both wore designer jeans and dress shirts. She felt half-naked by comparison, even though the dress she wore fell to mid-calf and didn’t reveal an inch of cleavage. But every time she moved, however carefully, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vibrator was short and fat, keeping her cunt pleasantly stretched and her anticipation bubbling.

  “Let’s eat,” Jared said when they had finished their drinks, taking her hand and seating her at the table.

  Kent disappeared into the kitchen and returned with shrimp starters in a delicious sauce. Capriciously, Naomi picked up a shrimp with her fingers and slowly sucked the sauce from it, watching them as she bit it in half and swallowed slowly. Both men groaned, filling Naomi with feminine empowerment. That she could cause their control to crack, just by sucking her own fingers, was no mean achievement.

  The mood was broken when they’d finished the main course and her cell phone rang. She tensed, knowing without looking at the display that it would be her father.

  “Ready to talk to him?” Jared asked, stroking her thigh. Was she? How could she possibly speak to a man she despised, knowing he had killed her brother, even if she did have an ulterior motive?

  “Yes,” she said, sighing and reaching for the phone. “I can do this.”

  “Hello,” she said, having put the call onto speaker. “What do you want?”

  “Hey, baby, I’ve been worried about you. You don’t return my calls. Where are you?”

  “Staying with Jared and Kent.”

  “Is that wise, honey? They pushed Saul pretty hard, you know. We don’t know what happened to him but they might have—”

  “Actually, we do. He died of a steroids overdose.”

  “Steroids?” Her father sounded convincingly shocked. “But he never—”

  “No, he didn’t. The police are suspicious. And you’re right, as it happens. I shouldn’t be here so I’m moving into Saul’s place tomorrow. I need to see if I can find anything to shed light on what happened to him before his cause of death becomes public and destroys his reputation.”

  “What do you expect to find?” His father’s voice was terse. “Have your spoken to that fairy he lived with yet? People were coming and going all the time. He’ll know if something was off.”

  “He’s in the hospital with a fractured skull,” Naomi replied, gritting her teeth.

  “How the fuck—”

  “I’ve no idea what I’m looking for, to answer your question, but I’ll know it when I see it.”

  “You need some help?”

  Naomi rolled her eyes at Jared and Kent. “No, thanks.”

  “Look, we need to talk to you, baby. It’s kinda urgent.”

  I’ll just bet it is! “We don’t have anything to say to one another.”

  “We need to put out a statement as a family. The press are all over this and, given what you’ve just told me about his cause of death, it would be better if we presented a united front. Tell you what, can we come and see you at Saul’s?”

  Naomi hesitated. “Okay, I suppose so. I’ll be there tomorrow at two,” she said, and cut the connection.

  “Well done,” Jared said, kissing her.

  “It makes my skin crawl just talking to him.”

  “Still, he played into your hands, just like we hoped.”

  “Yeah, he’s not exactly known for his guile.”

  “Come and sit over here,” Kent said, taking her hand while Jared dimmed the lights, leaving just the underwater ones on. “We have something to show you that will distract you.”

  They settled together on a settee, Naomi as always between the two of them, Trafford’s rangy body settled by their feet. Jared pressed a remote and a huge flat screen fixed to the wall came to life. At first she didn’t realize what she was looking at. A woman wearing clamps, a gag and tarty boots being led across a room and leaned over a bench. That woman having her ass whipped and appearing to love every minute of it.

  “That’s me,” she said, transfixed. “How—”

  “The dungeon has video feed,” Kent explained. “How do you think you look?”

  “Like I’m having the time of my life,” she replied, aware of the tension draining out of her as she relived the moment. How did they always know how to make her feel better about herself?

  A closer angle showed the absorbed expression on Jared’s face and the way in which his erection seemed to twitch and grow each time he brought the flogger down and the thongs made contact with her skin.

  “See what you do to us, darling?” he said, sliding a hand up and down her bare thigh.

  She nodded, transfixed. She could see the pink stripes left by the thongs, could feel the gag in her mouth as she tried to express herself around it. The camera angle changed and she was on her knees, giving Kent head. Then Jared came into shot and took her from behind.

  “Look at that,” he said, his lips seductively brushing her earlobe as he spoke. “That’s you taking my cock up your arse. And you thought you couldn’t do it.”

  “Guess I was wrong,” she said, fanning her face with her hand. “Is it me, or is it hot in here?”

  Chuckling, Kent pulled down her zipper and her dress pooled around her waist, giving Jared his first view of her top half encased in the leather harness.

  “Can’t have you over-hearting, sweetheart,” he said, twitching one of her solidified nipples with his thumb.

  “You ready to play some more?” Jared asked.

  She nodded, so he pulled her to her feet and her dress slithered to the floor. She stepped out of it, leaving it where it fell. Wearing just the harness, her collar and high heels, she took one of their hands in each of hers and walked with them up the stairs.

  * * * *

  Jared watched Naomi as she walked confidently into the dungeon, outwardly all poise and self-assurance learned from a life on the catwalk but underneath, almost certainly a bundle of excitement and uncertainty. He figured he’d finally met his match. A woman who could hold his attention and make him really care about her once the initial gloss of a new relationship wore off. The stuff she’d agreed to do tomorrow with her family must be eating away at her like a cancer, and yet the liquid fire burning in her eyes told him she had only one thing on her mind right now.

  Remarkable!

  Kent and Jared had a duty to test her limits, teach her things about herself she didn’t already know, give her the ride of her life and keep her safe. Never before had it mattered to him so much that he execute his duties faultlessly.

  “Kneel before us,” he said curtly.

  Naomi did so and lowered her head.

  “We’re going to take away two of your senses this time,” he told her. “Your sight and your touch. Then the two of us are going to fuck you at the same time. If it gets too much, safeword us and we’ll stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Masters.”

  Kent told her to stand and applied the blindfold.

  “There won’t be any flogging today,” Jared said. “Your arse still looks a little sore from yesterday.”

  “I believe I can take a little more, Master Jared.”

  “Since when did you get to decide?”

  She bit her lip and lowered her head. “Sorry, Sir.”

  Jared shot a look at Kent. What were they supposed to do now? She actually wanted to be flogged but Jared wasn’t too sure about that. It was their responsibility to satisfy her needs, but she was new to all this and didn’t yet understand her own bound
aries. Perhaps, in her desire to please them, she was pushing herself too far. Then again, perhaps she just enjoyed being spanked. A compromise was called for.

  Both men threw off their clothes and Jared breathed a sigh of relief when his erection sprang free from the confines of his jeans. Without preamble, he sat on the edge of the waterbed, feeling it shift beneath his weight, and pulled Naomi across his knee. He brought his hand down hard over her buttocks.

  “That what you want, sugar?”

  “Yes, Sir. But the flogger felt better.”

  “Take what you can get and stop complaining about the service, wench!”

  Jared spanked her harder, while Kent played with her nipples, pinching them hard, making her squirm.

  “Go with the pain, babe,” Kent told her. “See what it does for you. We really like the way you take it.”

  When Jared figured she’d had enough, he released the strap between her legs and was showered with a spray of sweet honey. Laughing, Kent leaned in and lapped it up from her inner thighs as he removed the vibrator. It slithered out with a slick popping sound.

  “Okay, darling,” Jared said, standing and pulling the blindfolded Naomi into his arms and kissing her hard and keep. “Now we’re going to fuck you hard. Just remember to safe word us if we get too intense. You’re so damned good at this that we sometimes forget you’re a beginner.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, shuddering in his arms from, Jared hoped, anticipation rather than nerves.

  Jared guided her into the center of the bed, telling her to lay on her side and reach her arms above her head. She did so, and Kent shackled them to the headboard.

  “The handcuffs swivel,” he told her, as Jared flipped the switch that made the water in the bed gently undulate.

  Kent took up a position behind their vibrant little sub, pressing his body against hers and running his erection down the crack in her arse. Jared slithered down the bed and applied his lips to her sweet spot and sucked. She cried out his name as her pelvis bucked against his mouth and her body went into meltdown. Shit, she’d come already!

  “That deserves a punishment,” Jared said, trying to sound severe. “No one gave you permission to come, Naomi. You know the rules.”

  “Sorry, Masters,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “But it’s just the two of you…your solid cocks all for me…not being able to see, or feel, or know where you’re going to touch me next. I feel like I’m on fire. It’s wild. But it’s also hard to restrain myself when I don’t know what to expect. I can’t imagine anyone being able to control their reactions in that situation. You’ll have to teach me how.”

  “That we will,” Jared said, trying to make it sound like an almighty chore when, truth be told, the prospect inflamed his own desire.

  Jared transferred his attention to her tits, sucking a fat nipple into his mouth and nipping it hard. He pulled it away from her body with his teeth, stretching her skin to its limit. Naomi groaned, but whether in response to what he was doing to her, or because Kent had lubed a couple of fingers and sunk them into her anus, it was hard to tell.

  “That’s it, babe,” Kent said softly. “Let me inside, and allow yourself to feel. Not being able to see makes it so much more explosive, don’t you think?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Answer the man, Naomi,” Jared said, releasing her nipple and smacking her thigh hard. “He asked you a question.”

  “Yes, Master Kent, explosive, sensual, pulsating…orgasmic!”

  “Oh no you don’t!” Jared chided, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.

  Jared and Kent exchanged a glance across her prone body and nodded. She was ready, and so were they.

  “Just relax, sugar,” Jared said, parting her slick folds and slipping the tip of his cock into her tight pussy. “And let us rock your world.”

  “Yeah, baby!” Kent said, entering her from behind.

  Needless to say, she couldn’t remain passive. Jared would have been surprised if she did. She undulated her pelvis toward Jared when he plunged deeper into her pussy, groaning and sighing, and then toward Kent as he delved with more care into her anus.

  “Yeah, you’re loving what we’re doing to you,” Jared muttered. “Kent’s dipping his cock into your backside and you really want to push harder against it, but if you do he’ll stop.”

  “No!”

  Jared chuckled. “You have got to trust us.”

  Kent had to be careful but Jared could plunder her cunt with as much force as he liked. And she liked. He gloried in the feel of her nipples rubbing against his chest as he withdrew, making space for Kent, wondering if this was too much, too soon. But no, they were experienced enough to know when a sub was in distress, even if the sub in question was unwilling to admit it.

  Naomi most certainly was not in distress.

  * * * *

  Whatever Naomi had expected, unlike her body, her imagination hadn’t stretched this far. The blindfold and cuffs were to teach her patience, she supposed. How the hell was she supposed to be patient when desire was pooling in her belly like a heat invasion and they were deliberately goading her to disobey them with their hands, their lips and their rigid cocks? Jared’s was filling her to capacity. She so wanted to thrust her pelvis harder, meet him halfway, but if she did that it would put Kent off his stride.

  Kent had just driven a little deeper into her backside. There was no room, surely? Except there was because Jared had withdrawn. They’d obviously done this often enough to have figured out a routine, and who was Naomi to complain? She was being split in half by two as they worked in tandem like a finely tuned machine with her as the engine house. She closed her eyes, even though she was blindfolded, the better to absorb the quite wonderful sensations cascading through her body. Her two Adonises settled into a slow undulating motion and the waterbed undulated right along with them, increasing the sensation of floating outside of herself.

  Then something changed. A sense of urgency entered the equation and Jared and Kent increased the pace and intensity of their thrusts, setting up a punishing rhythm. Current gathered deep inside her body, a low pulsating need, triggered by their own growing desperation which they could no longer conceal, even from a rookie like her. The musk of their arousal filled her senses and spiked her lust. She could hear their labored breathing and delicious shivers trembled up her spinal column when a tortured growl echoed around the room.

  “Fuck, she’s killing me!” Jared muttered.

  Naomi felt vindicated in her own lack of restraint now that the mighty Jared had proved he wasn’t quite so…well, restrained, himself.

  “That’s it, sugar,” Kent said in a husky voice from behind her. “I’m really fucking your arse, now. You feel that?”

  How could she not? It was the most exquisite agony. She loved the way they said the word arse, making it sound exotic and so very British. Come to think of it, she loved everything they said and did. Their confident attitudes, their kickass style, the way they made her feel safe and protected, the impression they gave that nothing and no one would stand in the way of what they wanted to achieve.

  Alpha males in every respect.

  Holy hell, she thought. She didn’t just love what they did and what they were. She loved them. Both of them. She would have shaken her head at her own stupidity, except it might make them think she wanted them to stop. She couldn’t believe she’d been stupid enough to let that happen, putting it down to stress and the peculiarity of her sexual adventures with them, which would be enough to turn any woman’s head. But, she reminded herself, these two liked to play the field and weren’t the happy-ever-after types. She’d do well to keep her discovery about her feelings a closely guarded secret for fear of frightening them off. She knew this couldn’t last forever, nor did she expect it to. She had a life, too. But there was a hell of a lot more she wanted to do with them in this dungeon before she went her own way.

  “Come on, darling,” Jared grunted. “Let’s get it on. Feel ou
r cocks filling you? I can tell you’re loving it. Let it go, honey. We’ll come right along with you.”

  Naomi didn’t need a written invitation. Stimuli flooded her body as shards of sensation gripped her and sparks ignited. She couldn’t move for fear of throwing off their rhythm, but she could grip Jared’s cock tight with the muscles of her vagina, making the friction more abrasive against the sensitized walls of her pussy. She gurgled, too far gone to articulate her needs. But that was hardly necessary. They knew. They understood.

  “Pick it up, mate,” Kent said, confirming her thoughts. “She likes it hard and deep. Greedy little witch can’t get enough of us.”

  “I hear you,” Jared grunted, working her into a state of near delirium with the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Kent’s assaults on her backside were more controlled, still alien and slightly intrusive as they burned and intensified, but wonderfully, unimaginably pleasurable. Perspiration bathed her body as the strain of her position started to tell. She quivered and jerked, shuddering as a white-hot explosion of unleashed energy imploded deep within her core, spreading to her extremities in a heated rush of carnal bliss, toppling her over the abyss.

  “Fuck me, guys!” she yelled at the top of her lungs as she gave in to the impulse that had grown increasingly difficult to resist and bucked her pelvis wildly between them. “Give it to me hard!” she cried, perspiration bathing her skin, raw need tugging at a level over which she had no control. “I really need to feel you both.”

  “That’s it, baby,” Jared said, his voice deep and husky. “Take what you need from us. We’ve got you.”

  “We’re fucking you just as hard as we can, darling,” Kent added from behind, the heat from his body searing into her own as he skillfully maneuvered his cock just a little deeper.

  Never before had she felt such an intensely sublime organic vortex and she wanted to explain that to them. It was important to her that they should know it. Whatever they felt, it couldn’t possibly be as intense as the piquant thrills still spiraling through her. She wanted to thank them for opening her eyes, even though they probably already knew perfectly well what they’d done for her. But words were beyond her at that moment and her body would just have to do the talking for her.