Sharing Their Racy Fantasies [Racy Nights 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “Gina, since you haven’t been here before, do you want to see the main floor of the club first?” asked Zach.

  “Maybe later.” She linked her arm in Harrison’s and gazed up at him. He looked a bit unsure, and she hated that. She wanted him to have fun tonight. She gave his arm a squeeze, and that seemed to help. His face took on a more relaxed look as they followed Zach out of the room.

  Maddox’s house was decorated like a museum. Everything looked and smelled expensive, and Gina half expected to see signs warning visitors not to touch anything. The upstairs hallway was just as lush as the downstairs one. Zach led them to an unmarked closed door, and after he unlocked it he ushered them inside first. Candles had been lit, and an electric fireplace blazed in one corner. As Gina’s eyes grew accustomed to the low light, she scanned the room.

  Bondage equipment had been set up. There was also a sofa, several chairs, and a wet bar complete with mini fridge. The decorating was rich with vibrant colors. It reminded Gina of a Victorian parlor in an erotic gothic novel.

  The bed looked like it was fitted for just about any type of restraint system imaginable. She’d read up on dungeon furniture this past week, and recognized quite a few things in the room and attached to the bed. A quick glance at Harrison’s face told her he wasn’t all that surprised either, and she was glad of that. This would be a lot more fun if both of them weren’t gawking at everything like a couple of tourists.

  Zach grabbed bottled water out of the small refrigerator and then took a seat on the sofa. “You two can start wherever you want. I’m only here to answer questions and guide you if I see something that I don’t think would be safe. Have you talked about hard and soft limits?”

  Gina nodded. “We have.”

  “Good.” Zach screwed the top off the water and took a sip. “Any questions before you get started?”

  He looked so damn comfortable that Gina wondered if he’d done this before. “I don’t have any.” She glanced up at Harrison.

  “Um…does Gina have to call me something special?”

  “That depends on you. This is whatever you two want it to be. Do you want her to address you in a specific way?” His voice had taken on a quality she’d never heard before. It was soft but commanding at the same time, and Gina shivered although the room was quite warm.

  “Sarge.” Harrison gave her an intense look. “I’d like her to call me Sarge.”

  “Gina, you all right with that?” asked Zach.

  “Sure.” The bravado she’d felt earlier was suddenly gone. How could she do this with Zach in the room? And was it only because he was here, or was it also the fact that he looked sexier than she’d ever seen him look, and images of him joining her and Harrison kept running through her mind?

  Confidence came off him in waves. It wasn’t only the leather clothes and the way he sat slightly sprawled out on the sofa, as if he intended to stay for a long time. It was his voice, and the look in his eyes. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying the fact that he was about to watch Harrison flog her. Would he stay if she and Harrison had sex? That wasn’t something she and Harrison had discussed. Gina had assumed Zach wouldn’t stay that long, but now she wasn’t so sure.

  “Have you talked about what you expect tonight?”

  “What do you mean?” asked Gina. Was he talking about his own involvement?

  “I mean have you talked about whether this will be merely impact play, or will it also involve bondage and other types of play? Have you discussed whether it will involve sex?”

  Gina glanced up at Harrison, who did the chest-puffing thing again. She really wished he didn’t feel as if he had to do that. Didn’t he know how much she liked him and how excited she was to be here with him?

  “We talked about that when we talked about limits.”

  Zach nodded slowly. “Good. Then let me know at what point you want me to leave and I will, because I’m assuming you mean that this will eventually progress to sex, right?”

  He was looking at her, not Harrison. Gina almost glanced up at Harrison again, but she was concerned that he might assume she was hesitant if she did that. “Yes, it will.” She held Zach’s gaze, even when he grinned slightly.

  “Topping from the bottom, Gina. That’s what it’s called, and you’ve been doing it since you walked into this house.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Firstly, I prefer to be addressed as ‘Sir’ by a sub, even when my role is merely to guide. Secondly, topping from the bottom means you’re not allowing a Dom to take control of a scene. If you and Harrison have discussed limits and expectations, then it’s time for you to slip into submissive mode and let him answer questions, unless he or I specifically ask you something.”

  His voice was still soft and sexy, but the words made her feel as if she’d been caught stealing office supplies. “You’re not at work right now, Gina. It’s time for you to relinquish control.”

  Gina’s breathing had turned shallow and quick. She was so aroused by his tone that it was ridiculous. And even though his words still stung a bit, the power coming off him softened the effect, and made her want to submit not only to Harrison, but to Zach as well. She wanted to please him, and she’d never felt that way before.

  As she held Zach’s gaze, Gina couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t been talking about himself as well as Harrison when he’d told her it was time to relinquish control.

  “Now,” said Zach. “I’m going to ask again, and this time you will let Sarge answer. Is that understood, Gina?”

  She nodded.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear you.”

  Gina drew in a sharp breath and then swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  The smile on Zach’s face wasn’t smug. It was sexy and knowing, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her throbbing clit.

  Chapter Eight

  Gina finally dared to glance at Harrison, and she was so happy to see lust shining in his eyes instead of jealousy or anger.

  “Harrison, will this scene tonight progress to sex?” asked Zach.

  “Yes.” Harrison held her gaze as he answered, and Gina was so turned on by the intense look in his eyes that she had to consciously resist the urge to make the first move, even though she was itching to touch him. He brushed a finger across her cheek, and then he kissed her. It was awkward at first, knowing Zach was watching them, but soon Gina was caught up in the feel of Harrison’s tongue moving over hers.

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and he released the kiss with a quick glance toward Zach. “Turn around, Gina.”

  She did, and was rewarded with a hard smack on her left ass cheek with his hand. “I didn’t hear your answer.”

  Gina had to bite the inside of her cheek. Harrison’s attempt to imitate Zach’s voice almost forced up a nervous laugh. Hearing him speak in such a sexy and dominant tone brought home the realization of where she was and what she was doing, and with whom. Never in her wildest fantasies had she conjured up such a scenario. “Yes, Sarge.”

  “That’s better.”

  He slipped a long black silk scarf around her eyes and tied it behind her head. This was getting interesting. A thrill ran through her as she realized that even if Zach did more than watch, she’d never see it coming. Was this what they’d planned all along? No. Not Harrison. She couldn’t imagine him agreeing to such a thing. But then again, she’d been surprised right down to her painted toenails when he’d asked if she would mind Zach being in the room tonight, so who knew where this might end up?

  “We’re walking, Gina.” Harrison’s tone of voice reminded her of the way he’d spoken to her last Saturday. Gina hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that night, and now it all came back in delicious detail as he led her across the room. He bent her over what felt like a spanking bench, and she sighed in anticipation.

  Soft leather cuffs were attached to her wrists, and then he fastened them to the bench. This time she didn�
��t even try to stop the soft moans that escaped her throat. This was more intense than the handcuffs last week had been because this time she couldn’t move her arms. They were secured to the side of the bench.

  “Do you remember the safeword we agreed on?” His breath was warm against her ear.

  “Yes, Sarge.”

  “Good. I’m going to take off your panties, Gina. You’re facing sideways, but Zach is close. Are you all right with that? Last chance to abort the mission.”

  She almost giggled at his use of the expression “abort the mission,” but she didn’t want either of them to think she was laughing at Harrison. Far from it. The idea of Zach sitting that close and being able to see her naked ass sent a wave of passion coursing through her body. “I’m all right with it, Sarge.”

  She heard movement to her right and wondered if Zach had stood up. She could see absolutely nothing through the blindfold. Harrison lifted her skirt and she heard someone’s sharp intake of breath, but she couldn’t tell which man had done it. Harrison caressed the delicate fabric. “These are so fucking hot. I hate to take them off.”

  “They are very sexy, but if I were you I’d remove them,” said Zach. He sounded very close. She tried to remember where she’d noticed the spanking bench in relation to the sofa when she’d first walked in, but her thoughts were no longer as clear as they’d been earlier. “They’ll get wet anyway.”

  Oh my God. As soon as he said that, a gush of wetness rushed to her pussy. Gina could smell leather. Had she been able to earlier? She couldn’t remember. Harrison pulled down the panties and asked her to step out of them.

  “But I’m leaving the socks and shoes on,” he said. His voice dripped with lust, and Gina was suddenly so aroused she could hardly stand it.

  “Oh, I agree,” said Zach. “The whole look is so fucking hot that it just begs you to punish her ass for being such a bad girl.”

  She moaned loudly this time. She simply couldn’t help it. Someone chuckled softly. Who had that been? Did it matter? Harrison massaged her ass cheeks and lightly slapped each one several times, and then he put soft cuffs around her ankles and told her to step apart. She did, and it sounded like he’d fastened those cuffs to the bench as well. She was trapped, forced to submit to whatever he did to her. And whatever Zach did, for that matter.

  Gina was used to being in control. Even last Saturday when Harrison had handcuffed her, she hadn’t felt like this. She hadn’t felt vulnerable and exposed. What had Zach said? That it was time for her to relinquish control? She realized now he hadn’t only been talking about control of a scene or a situation. He was talking about being restrained so that she couldn’t escape without using a safeword. She couldn’t move away. She couldn’t move, period, except for her head.

  “Gina, baby, you look so fucking sexy like this.” Harrison’s voice flowed through her like warm honey. She’d always loved his voice. “I wish you could see yourself.”

  “Want me to take a picture or two?”

  Gina counted three seconds of silence, and then Harrison’s slightly hesitant voice answering, “Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

  “Don’t worry,” said Zach. “Gina knows I wouldn’t do anything with them. I’d be committing career suicide if I did. Right, Gina?”

  “Yes, Sir.” What else could she say? He was right. He knew she’d pin his ass to the wall if he violated their trust. With the sound of a cell phone camera clicking softly in the background, Harrison began to brush the leather tails of a flogger against her ass cheeks. At least, she assumed that’s what he was using. She’d never actually seen the one he’d mentioned buying.

  When he swung it and it struck both cheeks at once, she cried out softly. Several strikes later, her ass cheeks felt toasty warm and her pussy was so wet that she was certain they could both see her juices by now. Her ass was up in the air and her legs were spread, after all.

  “Move in a little closer,” said Zach. “And try the figure eight we practiced.” His voice came directly from her right side now. He couldn’t be more than a few inches away. She swallowed hard as his words sunk in. They’d practiced? Harrison had practiced with this thing? And Zach had shown him how to throw it?

  The stinging on her ass cheeks now felt as though someone were striking them at hyper speed. She could actually hear the flogger whistling through the air. She tried to hold back her sighs and moans because Zach was right there, but she couldn’t. It hurt, but it also felt so fucking good. She liked it much better than the spanking. Her clit throbbed and her nipples ached to be touched.

  “That’s good,” said Zach. “See how her skin is nice and red now? This is a good time to back off again and just brush the tails across her, like this.”

  Like this? Was Zach the person now trailing the leather against her bare ass? Gina moaned again, and now her breathing was becoming more difficult. This was more arousing than she’d been able to imagine. She wanted it to be Zach. She wanted both of them to flog her.

  “You can play like this for a long time if you vary the sensations and your arm doesn’t get as tired.” Zach’s voice was too close for him to be only watching now.

  Someone was hitting her hard again. Was it Zach or Harrison? She had no idea. She only knew that it was a different swing than he’d been using before, and it hurt like crazy. It also was exquisite because each strike sent jolts of pain and pleasure mixed together straight to her clit. Her moans became a steady drone of soft cries, punctuated by louder noises when the flogger landed particularly hard.

  And it wasn’t only the rush of endorphins. Emotions rose to the surface, and that surprised Gina because she wasn’t one to get all sappy about things. But suddenly she felt a slew of things at the same time, as if she were a child again and was outside, simply enjoying a beautiful summer day or a walk through the woods with her friends. It caught her off guard, because she’d certainly never experienced such an overwhelming sense of euphoria during sex before.

  Arousal, yes, but not this urge to cry or scream with happiness. Was this supposed to happen? Should she ask?

  Her pussy was soaked and she desperately wanted to come, but there was nothing to rub her clit against and she couldn’t move. The torture of not being able to touch herself was almost as painful as the burning on her ass cheeks. She was panting now, and her hair hung against her face, slightly damp. Not knowing which man was flogging her was just as intriguing as her body’s response to the pain. Regardless of who was throwing the flogger right now, she knew that both men were standing close, watching, and that heightened the excitement to an entirely different level.

  “Time to turn her around.” Zach sounded out of breath. Was that because he’d been the one doing the flogging, or because he was aroused? What did Harrison think of all this? Was she allowed to ask? She needed to know that he was all right with this.

  “Baby, this is so fucking hot. Please tell me it is for you, too.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief. His voice held no trace of anger or jealousy. “It is, Sarge. I love it.”

  Her wrist and ankle cuffs were unfastened at the same time, and whoever undid the ankle ones brushed his hands up the back of her calves. “Stand up, Gina.” That was Zach’s voice, coming from below her. Zach was the man kneeling behind her, touching her legs. Gina was so turned on by that realization that she could barely straighten up.

  “Come with me,” said Harrison. A hand took hers. “Take small steps so you don’t fall.”

  There was a huge level of trust required to walk across a room while blindfolded. Gina had never experienced this level of trust before, even though she’d grown up with six brothers and five sisters. She’d been smack dab in the middle, and had learned both to fend for herself and to help her younger siblings. Everyone had a job to do, and was expected to follow through with it. She’d had no choice but to trust her brothers and sisters.

  But this was different. This wasn’t about knowing that Vito would do the dishes for her like he’d promised because she’d un
loaded the dryer and folded the laundry for him. This involved giving up control as well. She’d never had to do that before. Not even at home. Her parents both worked full time, and Gina had often delegated work to her siblings after school and on weekends when she figured out a way for them all to get their chores done faster.

  But she had no control over this. She didn’t even have control over Zach, who had inserted himself into the scene. Had he and Harrison planned this beforehand? She had to know.

  “There’s a chair in front of you, Gina,” said Harrison. “Turn around and take a seat in it.”

  “Harrison…Sarge…may I ask a question please?”

  She could almost feel Harrison glance at Zach, silently asking his opinion on whether he should allow her to.

  “One question.”

  She sighed. That would do, but she’d have to make it a good one. “Did you two plan ahead of time that Zach would be part of our play?”

  The air in the room shifted. Had she gone too far this time?

  “Does it bother you that he is?” Harrison’s voice was soft, but she detected an undertone of disappointment.

  “What if I said ‘no’?”

  “That’s two questions, Gina.” Zach’s voice was tinged with humor.

  She sighed. “May I have the first one answered then? Please?”

  This was maddening! If only she could see their facial expressions and their body language right now.

  “No, we didn’t plan that,” said Zach. She smelled leather, and his voice was very close. Hands tangled themselves in her hair. “But you tell me how I’m supposed to resist you, Gina.”

  “I don’t know, Sir,” she whispered. The reality of his words sunk in, and she bit back a moan.

  “Gina, I’m all right with this,” Harrison said. “I really am. It’s fucking hot, baby.”

  “Honest? Harrison, I need to know.”

  Harrison lifted one corner of her blindfold, and the look in his gorgeous eyes gave her the answer she’d been seeking. He kissed her gently on the lips, and then pulled the scarf back over her eyes.