A Triple Melody (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Kalissa Alexander

  Again, his palm slammed against her tender skin. “Four.” She felt tears.

  And for the final time, she felt the heat. “Five,” she gasped.

  Immediately she was picked up and cuddled in Gabriel’s arms. She could feel his body against her. She silently cried.

  A soothing salve was being applied to her bottom. “That hurt,” she whimpered.

  “You could have stopped me,” Constantine said in reprimand.

  “I didn’t want to. I wanted to please you and…I’m so wet.”

  She felt Gabriel’s long fingers lower to her pussy where he opened her labia and probed her with two fingers. “You’re so fucking wet,” he breathed.

  Moaning, she wiggled onto his fingers.

  “Her ass is mine,” Jonathan said from somewhere above her.

  Constantine removed his fingers from rubbing the cream into her bottom.

  Gabriel grabbed her blindfold and tore it off her. “I want to see your face,” he said.

  He brought her to her knees at the edge of the low square table in the corner of the room. She saw Constantine walk toward them. He had done the same. He walked behind her. The table was very narrow. She knew she was at the exact level she needed to be to have her pussy and her ass fucked at the same time.

  Constantine wrapped her hair in his fist and drew her head back. He breasts jutted forward. His lips captured one and the other nipple, making the clamps sting. It was all she could do to keep kneeling. She wanted so badly to touch him, but she didn’t, she waited.

  Gabriel pushed his cock into her pussy slowly, finding her hole, teasing her. She gasped. Jonathan rubbed the slit of her ass with cream before he rubbed his cock in between her ass cheeks. His hands reached around and grabbed her breasts, holding them as Gabriel sucked her nipples with Constantine. She was wild for them now. Between her ass still being on fire and the ache in her pussy and her nipples, she was beyond her limit. It was taking all her power to hold herself back.

  She felt the nipple clamps released and the blood flow back into her nipples. She cried out, and at the same time, Gabriel rammed her with his cock, almost lifting her off her knees. Jonathan pushed his cock against her opening. Slowly he entered her, and then he, too, rammed her hard. She had both of them holding her in place with their cocks. She groaned as Constantine dangled his cock in front of her mouth.

  “Please,” she cried out, “you have to let me come. Please…I’m going to die.” Gabriel’s eyes looked into hers intently. She licked her lips.

  “Then come, baby,” he cried out as he fucked her hard. Jonathan picked up the rhythm, doing the same. She couldn’t speak as the orgasm she had been holding back gripped her. They both came, emptying their cocks inside of her as she moaned their names. It was overwhelming. She began to cry as she felt Constantine’s cock force itself into her mouth and his cum cascade down her throat.

  “Baby,” Gabriel said softly. “Don’t cry.”

  She swallowed Constantine’s cum. It tasted so good. They had each given her exactly what she needed. Constantine removed his cock from her mouth as she licked her lips.

  The tears continued down her cheeks. Again, Gabriel said, “Baby, please…are you all right? Did we hurt you?”

  “I can’t help it,” she sobbed. “Have you no idea how you get to me? How you take over every sense I have and then take me to another level and another and another. It’s crazy good, and it’s addicting.”

  “Yes. I think I do know,” Gabriel said, his voice a sigh. “I think I do.”

  Jonathan hugged her from behind. “We feel it, too. We have from the beginning.”

  “I suggest,” Gabriel said with a big smile, “that we don’t leave the apartment for the rest of the weekend. We have everything we need here.”

  “Yes, we do,” Constantine agreed.

  If only that were true. How could she ever be enough for them? Maybe she couldn’t, but this weekend, she would try harder than she ever had to make them want her as much as she wanted them.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  They ate, they slept, they had sex, she was spanked, they played, and they came over and over again. It was a weekend she would never forget. Every part of her body had been played with in some form or another. She had a sore ass, a sore pussy, and even her arms and legs were lame. Her nipples were so sensitive that wearing a bra had become a sweet torture every time she lifted her arms to reach for something.

  She had been practically upside down at one point and then cuffed in ways that had opened her to them as she had never been before. She thought back and was amazed at her own flexibility. It was absolutely awesome and fantastic, and she knew in her heart, she would never ever experience anything like it again with anyone else. She hadn’t been afraid. She wanted it, even when they each lightly flogged her pussy, dragging the ends of it in between her labia and the cheeks of her ass. She had melted and dripped until she was nothing more than a wick that had weathered their kink, lust, and kindness. She loved them more now than she ever thought possible.

  She never wanted to leave them, but she couldn’t believe, no matter how sweet and loving they were, that they would ever want her forever. But for now, she thought, coming back to the present and tugging on her jeans, she had to be at the studio in less than half an hour. Gabriel, Jonathan, and Constantine had already left for the office.

  She grabbed a bagel from the tray in the dining room and poured herself a cup of coffee before she ran out the door and asked the doorman to hail her a taxi. She was so ready to sing again and try out some of the new music she had written in between being totally consumed by Gabriel, Jonathan, and Constantine.

  Max was already at the studio and the sound engineer, Jake, was also there to greet her. He went back over his initial introduction with her. She was happy to see the band there, and they all gave her a big hug. She was feeling very comfortable and anxious to get started. She had really good feelings about this album.

  They settled in quickly and got right to work. They liked her new songs, but Jake had some suggestions that she had to admit were good. The band was full of support and Dave, the lead guitarist, was more than helpful. She was thankful to be surrounded by such great people.

  She would have worked right through lunch if Jake hadn’t put on the brakes. They all went to a local deli and refueled. This was what she had wanted her whole life, to be a part of something creative with people who accepted her. It was so great.

  When it was six o’clock, Jake said he thought they had enough for one day. Max had been there in the morning but had left soon after. Things were moving along well. She was totally wiped out but she had never felt more fulfilled. Well, except when she was with her men.

  When she arrived home, they were waiting for her and were anxious to hear about her day. She wished she weren’t so tired.

  “So, you feel good about everything?” Constantine asked in between mouthfuls of strawberry shortcake.

  “Very good. The band is great. Jake, the sound engineer and all-around manager of the recording studio is fabulous to work with. Max was there but left. He checks in on me. I couldn’t be in better hands.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Constantine teased. “I thought you were in pretty good hands this past weekend.”

  “You know what I mean.” She laughed.

  “You look exhausted,” Gabriel observed. “I’m thinking you’re going to want to sleep tonight.”

  “Maybe,” she said and yawned.

  “I don’t think there’s any maybe about it. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow. It will just make us want you more.”

  She tried to stay up longer, but when she went to her room to change, she thought she’d just lie down for a minute. The next thing she knew, her alarm was going off and it was the next morning. She looked down to see she was in her nighty. One of her men or maybe the three of them had undressed her for bed. She wished she had woken up to thank them.

  When she went downstairs, they had all
eaten and left. She didn’t think she liked this at all. For the rest of the week, she hardly saw them. They had late meetings out of town, and basically, they told her that they were catching up for the time they had missed the last two weeks that had been spent with her. She understood, but she missed them.

  When Friday arrived, she was happy. She needed to spend time with them. No matter how great it was in the studio, they were constantly on her mind. The morning had gone well, and they were progressing ahead of schedule. She had just completed a really good run when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was Calla. What did she want? Debating on whether she should answer, she hesitated, and then pushed the answer button.

  “Hi, Melody. Thanks for taking my call. I know Max told you about my visit to Magnet Records. I’m sorry. I was crazy mad and I really am sorry. I was hoping you would have lunch with me today,” she said sounding rushed. “I need to apologize in person.”

  “Hi Calla. I don’t know. You scared me. Why would you do such a thing? Do you hate me that much?”

  “I don’t hate you. I guess I lost it a little. I wasn’t used to having you be the center of attention, especially with a man I was sleeping with. You must be able to understand that?”

  “You said he was your…” she whispered, “fuck buddy. He said the same thing. I didn’t think you cared for him. You should have told me.”

  “Would it have made a difference? I know him. He wanted you and believe me, when Gabriel wants something, you don’t have a chance of denying him. And, by the same token, when he doesn’t want you anymore, you have no chance of ever getting him back.”

  “Are you still bitter, Calla?”

  “No. Not really. I’m dating a guy and I like him a lot. He’s nothing like Gabriel. And I am sorry about what I did. I should have never done that. I was hoping we could meet for lunch at the Caribou? It’s just a block from the recording studio. And then maybe we could visit with my parents this weekend or soon. They miss you.”

  “I know where it is. Okay.” She did miss Calla and she really missed her parents. They meant everything to her. Jake had asked her to lunch, just the two of them to discuss a few things, but she was sure he would understand.

  He wasn’t quite as understanding as she had hoped, but when she told him it was family business, he seemed better about it.

  Calla was at the bar when she walked into the Caribou. She walked up next to her, and Calla stood to give her a big hug.

  “I wasn’t sure you would come. I thought, well…that I had destroyed our friendship.”

  “You were so good to me. But you have to know, that I moved into Gabriel’s and Constantine’s apartment.”

  Calla’s eyes looked at hers in shock. “I have to admit I’m surprised. That was quick. But, as I told you on the phone, I’m with someone else now.”

  A waitress came up to Calla. “Your table is ready now.”

  They followed the waitress to a table near the window. It was set for three.

  “Are you expecting someone else?” she asked Calla.

  “Yes. You don’t know her. In fact, here she comes now.”

  Melody turned. A very pretty Asian woman came walking toward them.

  “Who is she and why did you invite her?” she whispered in annoyance. “I thought you wanted to talk to me alone.”

  “I want you to talk to her, too. To us both. You need to hear what we have to say.”

  “I don’t like this. What are you trying to pull, Calla?”

  Calla smiled as the woman took the seat across from her. “Hi, Jessica.”

  The woman looked between her and Calla. “I take it you didn’t tell Melody I was joining you for lunch.”

  “No, she didn’t,” Melody said, grabbing her purse.

  “Please don’t go,” Jessica said, putting her hand on Melody’s arm. “As much as you don’t want to, you need to hear us out. We’ve both been with the Roman men like countless other women, and we know what they’re like. Calla thinks you need protecting. I’m not sure I agree with her, but regardless, I’m here to help.”

  “Somehow I don’t see either of you as wanting to help me when it comes to Constantine and Gabriel or Jonathan. I see you both wanting to keep me away from them because you want them for yourselves.”

  “Wait a minute,” Calla said sharply. “Are you telling me you’re with the three of them? I mean, we couldn’t actually figure out which one, but now it makes sense. You’re sleeping with all of them together aren’t you?”

  Melody looked away. She knew she had to be beet red. “That’s none of your business.”

  There was a sharp intake of breath from the woman who was still standing beside the table. “And you thought she needed protection,” she scoffed. “Looks like she could teach us a few things.”

  “Sit down, Jessica,” Calla said to the woman.

  “Melody,” Calla said tightly. “You need our help more than I could have imagined. Don’t you see? They’re using you just like they used us. They are dominants who enjoy hurting women. But they’re clever and charismatic and they make you fall in love with them. They’re like their own cult. I swear you have to get out while you can or before they throw you away broken. You have to leave on your own terms.”

  “They are not like that. They’re kind and good and…”

  “And you’re in love with them.” Calla shook her head as she ended Melody’s sentence.

  “Of course I care for them. I wouldn’t be with them otherwise.”

  “Have they introduced you to their parents or their sister yet? Have they invited you to one of their many homes around the globe? Possibly you’ve been on their private jet?”

  “No.”

  “And they won’t. They never do. They have that archaic apartment with Matilda at the helm. It’s their pain palace. Although I’ll admit, there’s pleasure there, too, it will get worse and worse and yet they’ll convince you this is what you want. They start out with a little smack on the ass and they end up whipping you until you bleed or caning you. You’ll always have to wear long sleeves and pants. They will mark you and bruise you, and when they’re tired of you, they’ll pay you a little something for your trouble and send you on your way.”

  “Constantine loves to inflict pain,” Jessica said, her eyes glittering dangerously. “Mental and physical. He truly gets off on it.”

  “Constantine loves to fuck anal. I’m sure you no longer have a virgin ass.” Calla smirked.

  “Stop this right now,” Melody cried. “It’s not like that.”

  “You saw what Arthur did to your mother,” Calla said in a low whisper. “You know it’s wrong. You know it better than anyone, Melody. You need to get out now before you become just like her. What if you can’t enjoy sex unless you are humiliated? Did you ever think of that?”

  Melody felt woozy. She held onto the table for support. “I’m nothing like my mother. It’s not the same at all.”

  “You’re in denial, but the facts are the facts. You need to face the truth. She never did, and she has the scars to prove it, plus she threw you away.”

  She had to get away from Calla and Jessica and what they were saying. She felt like the walls were closing in on her.

  “I have to go. I have to.” She grabbed her purse and ran out of the restaurant. She was thankful that neither Calla nor Jessica tried to follow her.

  She was a total mess by the time she found her way back to the studio.

  “Melody, you look sick,” Jake told her, concern written all over his face.

  “I think it’s something I ate. I’m not sure,” she lied.

  “Go home. Now. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it.”

  “Thanks. But time is money here, and I don’t want to cause any problems.”

  “You’re not. Allison would tell you the same thing. Go home and get better, and then get that lovely ass of yours back here.”

  Melody blinked. That was the first time Jake had ever
said anything remotely flirty. He was probably just trying to be funny.

  “Thanks, Jake. I’ll call you.”

  Back at the apartment, she threw herself across her bed and cried. Were Calla and Jessica right? Was she in denial? How could something that made her feel so good be so bad? It was nothing like what Arthur did to her mother. He had beaten her mother and hurt her for stupid things. It wasn’t play, it was abuse. But, had it started out differently? Was that why her mother could never leave him? She was addicted to him and when it got bad she didn’t know how to leave? Nothing was making sense. She felt physically ill. She ran into the bathroom and threw up. She was sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet when she heard her name being called. She didn’t want to see anyone.

  Constantine walked into her bathroom. “I knocked and called your name. You’re sick!”

  She nodded. “Something I ate, I guess. I had to leave the studio early.”

  “My poor, sweet Melody.” He retrieved a wash cloth from the closet, wet it with cool water, and wiped her face. “You need some tender loving care.”

  “I think I need to sleep,” she said. She wanted to be with him and Gabriel. She had missed them so much this week. It had been horrible sleeping by herself. And now Constantine was here, and she was sending him away. What choice did she have?

  He picked her up and carried her to bed where he undressed her. She saw the lust in his eyes, but he kept taking deep breaths and hurried to find her a clean nighty that he slipped over her head.

  “I had no idea how hard not touching you was going to be,” he said, sitting on the edge of her bed.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. But you’re all I’ve been thinking about, and when I had the chance to come home early, I thought I would use it to take my shower so I could jump you as soon as you walked in the door. I’m sorry you’re sick, my sweet. I just want you to feel better.”

  “Me, too,” she said weakly. She was sick…heartsick.

  “I’m going to go get changed. I’ll check in on you in a little while. Try to sleep.”