One Week in Paradise [Doms of Sybaris Cove Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  He held out his hand. “In that case, would you both please accompany me back to my house? I’ll play my saxophone for this lovely lady, and then Dallas and I will have a short discussion on how to best punish your gorgeous ass.”

  Dallas pumped a fist in the air. “Sweet.”

  Celina laughed, and the sound reminded Arizona of the wind chimes he had hanging on the western porch. When she smiled, her entire aura lit up. Did she have any idea how seductive she was? He doubted it. If she did, she’d have made a move on one or both of them by now.

  Then again, she might not have done that at all. She wasn’t anything like most of the women he’d known. There was nothing phony or conniving about her. She was everything he’d ever fantasized about, and she’d been right here, all this time. How could he not have known that?

  And how in the hell was he going to watch her leave the island one day, knowing he could neither follow her nor ask her to stay?

  He led them to his music room, and after tuning up his vintage Yamaha horn, he ran through a selection of his favorite pieces from Charlie Parker and Sonny Stitt, all the way to John Coltrane and Stan Getz. He played them from memory because his favorite pieces were so familiar and warm that he didn’t need to see the music to play it. He felt it in his soul.

  As he played, all the silly fantasies he’d ever had of being on the stage in a place like New York City ran through his mind. But that would never happen. He’d run Phoebe’s Playthings along with Dallas one day, and both men would try to outlive the ruthlessness of their ancestors.

  The fucking curse would go on, and he’d never smell anything but tropical breezes and coconuts. The closest he’d get to the ocean was a comfortable distance on the beach, and the only boat he’d sail in would be on smooth waters, in the private lake behind Phoebe’s Playthings.

  And Celina would be gone forever. Stop that. He played on, letting all those emotions take control of the keys. When he stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart gave a strange lurch at the tears in her eyes. Even Dallas’s arm thrown casually across her shoulder and the way he gently caressed her bare skin didn’t send jealousy coursing through his body. Nothing could dull the emotion he saw on her face, or the thrill it sent through him.

  He cleaned his horn and put it back in the case where he always kept it, and then he stood in front of her and held out his hand. “Dallas is going over to his house to grab a few of his favorite things, and we’ll wait upstairs for him.”

  Dallas grinned and jumped up, practically running out of the house. A far cry from his reluctance yesterday afternoon to allow sex into this mix, but Arizona wouldn’t throw that in his face. No man in his right mind could resist Celina’s understated charms for long.

  Celina took his hand and followed him upstairs, where it was all he could do not to kiss her and then toss her on the bed. The hell with the play. He just wanted to be inside her again.

  “Are you comfortable calling us each ‘Sir’ for this play session?”

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He heard Dallas come back into the house. “Then kneel and wait for us to return. I’m going out in the hallway to talk to him for a few moments. Do you remember the safewords we talked about last night?”

  She knelt and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Arizona smiled. “They all apply today and for the rest of the week. We’ll just be a moment.”

  * * * *

  Celina trembled as she waited for them to return. Their voices were low in the hallway, and she didn’t try to listen. She was still reeling from the emotion Arizona’s sax playing had evoked. She could easily see him on a stage somewhere, but that would never happen. He couldn’t leave this island. It wasn’t fair. All that talent, and he had no one to share it with.

  When they returned, she kept her gaze on the stone floor until Dallas told her to look at them. Neither man was smiling. They were in full Dom mode, and Celina shivered in anticipation.

  “Stand up and remove your clothes,” said Dallas.

  “Yes, Sir.” She did as he’d asked, no longer self-conscious about being naked in front of them. The time for that was long past.

  He pointed toward a spanking bench. “Ever been on one of those before?”

  “Yes, Sir. Once.”

  “Then you know what to do.”

  She walked on shaky legs toward it and draped herself over the pad, wiggling until it rested comfortably under her lower abdomen. The men positioned moveable pads underneath her head and both arms, and then they fastened leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, and locked them down against the bench.

  “Christ, she’s fucking beautiful like this.” Dallas’s voice was full of admiration, and Celina had to swallow hard against a sudden lump in her throat. How the hell was she going to get through this week and not lose her heart to these two?

  Hands caressed her ass cheeks, her pussy, and her breasts. She couldn’t help the soft moans as their individual touches became more forceful and urgent. Would she ever grow tired of these two? She doubted it. When this week was over, their touch would remain imprinted on her skin and on her soul.

  The first implement to strike her ass was a soft flogger, deerskin maybe. It didn’t hurt. Rather, she knew they were warming up her skin for more severe punishment, and that served to send her arousal to crazy heights. When the flogger struck her pussy and nipples as well, she knew what they were going to do with all the toys, and she moaned loudly in anticipation.

  Impact play was her drug, and that was probably why Matt had withheld it from her. But he wasn’t here, and he never would be again. She was with Arizona and Dallas now, at least for the rest of this week. And she was going to immerse herself in everything they gave her. She wanted to lose herself in this play, and in their lovemaking.

  Dallas moved into her line of vision, holding up a dark piece of silk. “Are you okay with this? We thought it would be more fun if you didn’t know who was hitting you with what.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  As soon as he slipped on the blindfold, every smell and sound was enhanced. She’d only been blindfolded once before and had loved it. It blocked out everything but the sounds of their voices and their feet moving on the floor around her. She even caught their individual scents now, and swore she could also smell the leather on which her body rested.

  The next strike on her ass felt like a leather strap, and it stung nicely, until a paddle tapped her nipples in quick succession, and increasing in force with each strike. As the paddle swats became harder, so did the smacks from the leather strap on her ass. Everything burned now, but the pain was mixed with pleasure.

  Now she detected the scents of soap, shampoo, leather, and fainter smells inside Arizona’s house. She became aware of each breath they took and every shuffle around the spanking bench as they moved from side to side. She heard the wind chimes again, and the soft whirr of a loan mower somewhere. Even the bird calls reached her ears. But none of that distracted from the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure she experienced. They were just as skilled as she’d always imagined they’d be.

  When the sensations changed from a leather strap and a paddle to a wooden paddle and what she believed was a riding crop, Celina gritted her teeth as sweat pooled at her hairline and between her legs. Their strokes differed, leading her to believe they exchanged toys, as well.

  Her pussy was already soaked from desire, and now her clit throbbed. The pain and pleasure became one, and she slipped into a state where she was floating above the scene. The urge to please them was great, and she hoped they were enjoying this as much as she was. She never wanted this to end.

  Play had never been like this for her, and she knew without caring where the idea had come from that it never would be again. No one else would give her this. These were the men she’d waited for.

  When they caressed her pussy, asshole, and nipples in between the punishing strikes, she moaned continuously as her climax inched closer and closer. T
hey slipped their fingers into her pussy and ass, and she didn’t know where the lube had come from but she was grateful they’d used it because everything was sore.

  When they returned to smacking her with other toys she stopped trying to identify them. They alternated between stinging sensations and hard leather floggers that hurt as much as anything she’d ever felt, and she loved all of it.

  She lost track of time, and of how many times they stopped to either caress her or put their fingers inside her, gently teasing. Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms almost continuously, but the orgasm never crested. Incomprehensible syllables poured from her mouth. She’d never played like this, and as much as it hurt now, she didn’t want it to end.

  She was uncuffed, the blindfold came off, and strong arms carried her to the sofa. Someone held a bottle of water to her lips. “Drink this, sweetheart.” Dallas’s voice was soft and tender. Celina drank the entire bottle, and then he gave her another.

  “We’re so proud of you.” Arizona gently stroked her hair and face. “You took so much.”

  “Did I?”

  He smiled. “You don’t even know that, do you?”

  She shook her head. “I drifted away. It was heaven.”

  “It was heaven.” The awe in Dallas’s voice sent her heart fluttering again. “We both enjoyed that so much.”

  She sighed. “I was hoping you did.”

  Dallas shook his head slightly. “You have no idea how exciting and sexy you are, do you?”

  She didn’t know what to say, so she simply stared into his eyes.

  “And now, because you were such a good girl, we have a special surprise for you.”

  He lifted her and carried her to Arizona’s bed, laying her gently on it. She gazed at each of them as Arizona scooped up condoms and the lube from the dresser top, and Dallas lay next to her on the bed. “Come here.” He pulled her close and stroked her hair. “Lay beside me.”

  She did as he asked, and then he slipped his dick into her swollen pussy. Celina cried out and wrapped her arms around him as Arizona knelt behind her. He filled her asshole with lube, slipped on a condom, and then Dallas stopped thrusting for a moment inside her pussy as Arizona slid his cock into her ass, slowly and gently.

  “Shit,” whispered Dallas. “That feels so tight.” He gazed into Celina’s face. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “It’s amazing. Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh my God,” said Arizona. “It’s so tight.” Once his dick was all the way inside her ass, both men began to thrust, timing them so they alternated. They were so careful and tender that Celina began to cry, but not from pain. She’d never felt anything like this in her life, and wondered how sex with only one cock inside her would ever satisfy her again.

  She’d fantasized about this before, but didn’t think it would ever happen. For that matter, she’d never believed her fantasy of having sex with two men at the same time would ever happen, let alone one cock in her pussy and one in her ass. Her entire body was so sore, but she didn’t care right now. She just let it happen, floating away on the waves of exquisite pleasure.

  They switched places, with Arizona taking off his condom and Dallas putting one on, and Celina drifted off into a state of bliss where she’d never been before. She never wanted to return to real life. She only wanted to stay here, in these two homes, with both these sexy Doms for the rest of her life. She’d gladly give her body and her soul to them. She’d never felt this close to anyone, and she loved it. She didn’t want the feeling to go away.

  Her climax was explosive and made her dizzy, and still the guys weren’t done. They switched places two more times, and by the time Celina came again, they both did as well. They took turns holding her, stroking her hair and back, and whispering how beautiful she was and how much fun they’d had. She could do nothing but mutter her assent and sigh.

  Every fantasy she’d ever had about these two hadn’t come close to the reality. She was in deep, deep trouble here and knew it, but she didn’t care. She’d never been happier in her life, and she wasn’t going to leave them until she had no other choice, or until they kicked her out.

  Chapter Seven

  The three spent the rest of Saturday napping, eating, and then relaxing in the pool as the evening drew near. They were naked, and floated on cushions, talking. Celina asked them about their plans for the company, and they detailed their long-term vision for marketing to online retailers. She was impressed with their knowledge and foresight, and realized how limited her exposure to the company was working for Lucie. Even if she didn’t land the job in New Orleans, it was time for a change. Her skills and interests were wasted in the legal department.

  “You know, I’ve been toying with the idea of an online MBA. You can earn them.”

  “Yes, you can,” said Dallas. “So why haven’t you done it?”

  “If I did, I wouldn’t want to work for Lucie. I’d want to work in your department. That’s where my real interests lie.”

  “Then consider it done,” said Arizona.

  She turned her head to the side so she could see his face. “What…seriously?”

  “Sure. Why not? You’re good at what you do and you’re ambitious. Lucie can find another paralegal. Your talents go way beyond what she has you doing.”

  “I agree,” said Dallas. “We’ll tell her on Monday. You’re transferring to marketing.”

  Celina laughed. “She isn’t going to know what hit her next week. But wait…what about the job interview?”

  Arizona sighed loudly. “Yeah. She did set that up. Okay. Go on it. Then if you still want to stay here and work for us, we’ll tell her the following week.”

  Celina watched them both for a few seconds, then rolled off the cushion and began to swim laps. Her head hurt with the effort of trying to sort out her emotions. What the hell was she going to do? She’d been infatuated with these two for years, and now that she’d spent this time with them, the idea of leaving this island seemed so wrong, she no longer even wanted to go on the job interview. This was totally fucked up.

  A hand on her shoulder stopped her, and she stood in the shallow end to face both men.

  “Talk to us,” said Dallas.

  “I can’t.”

  He brushed a finger along her face. “Yes you can. And it’s ‘Sir.’ Remember?”

  The corners of her mouth lifted. “Yes, Sir. All right. I’m afraid to tell you what’s on my mind.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m afraid of your reaction.”

  “That’s not something to be afraid of. Fear hurricanes. Fear sharks. Fear lightning. Reactions aren’t scary.”

  This time she smiled. “You make it sound so easy, Sir.”

  “It is. Just say it.”

  “I’ve never had this much fun in my life. I didn’t think you two would be so easy to talk to, or be with, or…be as charming and fun as you are. I thought we’d do this and move on, content that we’d proven Lucie wrong. But the more time I spend with you, the more I don’t give a shit about the bet, or the job interview.”

  She held her breath, watching their faces, waiting. Dallas pulled her close, holding her tightly. He kissed the top of her head, and Celina wasn’t sure what to make of that. Did he agree? Did he feel caught off guard?

  When Dallas released the embrace, Arizona moved in front of her and cupped her face. “I’ve never had this much fun with any woman. I don’t know what’s going to happen Monday morning, but I wanted you to know that. Thank you for this.”

  Celina blinked back tears as he, too, pulled her close and held her. She wanted desperately to ask them what they thought of her words, but she felt as though she’d put her heart out there enough. It was their turn.

  * * * *

  As Arizona held Celina, he glanced toward Dallas, raising his brows in a question. He wanted so badly to tell her that he felt the same way. He didn’t want Monday to come, and he didn’t want her to go to New Orleans. But how could he
say that without knowing that Dallas felt the same way? What had this adorable girl done to him in such a short time?

  Dallas’s face was set in an expression that Arizona couldn’t even begin to interpret. He’d have to figure out a way to get him alone and talk to him. They had to decide what to do here, because it was clear that Celina no longer thought of this as only a ruse to help them win a bet. And as impossible as it seemed, Arizona felt the same way.

  He released the embrace and smiled at her. “Did you know Dallas has a movie theater in his house?”

  She grinned. “Really?”

  “Well, it only holds a dozen people, but he has popcorn and everything.”

  “After that delicious dinner you made us, I’m not sure I can eat popcorn.”

  “Well I can,” said Dallas. “What kind of movies do you like?”

  “What do you have?”

  “You name it and I probably have it.”

  Her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, and Arizona breathed a mental sigh of relief that his idea had been the right one. “I don’t suppose you have any from the thirties, forties, or fifties? Preferably starring Jimmy Stewart or Cary Grant?”

  Both men laughed. “Are you kidding?” he asked. “We both love those. Come on. Prepare to be amazed.”

  They settled in with a machine full of fresh popcorn, enough soda to keep them awake all night, and three movies they’d chosen together. Key Largo, North by Northwest, and Rear Window. Celina laughed at Arizona’s imitation of Jimmy Stewart, and at Dallas’s imitation of Cary Grant. She argued good-naturedly with them over whether Lauren Bacall or Grace Kelly was the sexier of the pair, and when Dallas began to throw popcorn at her, she joined in until both men pelted her with so much that she couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.

  “Look at my shorts. They’re full of butter.”

  Arizona tossed another handful of popcorn at her. “Then wash them.”

  “You two are nuts. You know that, right?”

  “No shit,” said Dallas, tossing yet more popcorn into her lap.