Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “I’m coming, masters,” she said in a sultry voice.

  “You’d better not be until we say you can!”

  Beck, of course. Always the joker. Except she guessed he wasn’t joking about this. Porcha really would have to try and find a little discipline and keep her impulses in check. Problem was, their taunting, the way in which they took her to the brink only to hold back and forbid her to come until they said she could, was exquisite agony. She’d never known anything that came close to the thrill she got from submitting to them but didn’t think she’d ever be able to match their level of control.

  She set one high-heeled foot on the top step, grasped the bannister for support, and walked down the stairs slowly, aware that they’d have a perfect view of her naked pussy from beneath the open slats. A collective intake of male breath told her they were taking a good long look.

  “Fuck it, Troy, what have you done to her?” Adam asked.

  “Who gives a shit how he did it,” Beck answered. “Let’s just make the most of the results.”

  Adam dropped his chin into his cupped hand, watching her as she slowly made her way to join them. “She got a plug in her butt?”

  “Yep.”

  “Thought so.” The men continued to discuss her as though she couldn’t hear them. “You can always tell by the way they walk with their ass cheeks squeezed together.”

  Porcha reached the ground floor and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She deliberately made eye contact with each of them, which would probably get her spanked, and then dropped her gaze to the floor, waiting to be told what to do next. She could see that they all wanted to step forward and touch her, but none of them did.

  “Sit in the swivel chair by the window,” Troy said.

  Porcha sashayed her way to the chair in question and sat down, knees primly pressed together. Her nipples ached from the pressure of the clamps, but pleasantly so, the fabric of her skimpy dress rubbing against them and sending fine tremors of expectancy lancing through her. All three men stood a little way away from her. Troy leaned against the mantelpiece, Adam and Beck flanking him, their gazes focused on her like they’d never seen her before.

  “Guess it’s cocktail time.”

  Adam went into the kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of champagne. Popping the cork without spilling a single drop, he poured the wine into four flutes and handed one to Porcha.

  “You comfortable, babe?” Troy asked.

  “Yes…well, no but—”

  “What do you need?” Beck asked.

  To be fucked senseless. “To please you three gentlemen.”

  Beck chuckled. “Well trained, ain’t she?”

  “She’s a shameless little cock tease who’s gonna have that cute little backside thoroughly spanked before the night’s out,” Troy said like he meant it.

  Adam pursed his lips. “Ask me, that won’t be much of a punishment, given the sparkle you’ve just put in her eye.”

  “Ah, but you guys know what else we have in store for her.” Troy finally turned to include Porcha in a discussion that involved her but to which she hadn’t been invited to contribute until then. “We all have different things we like to do, and tonight we’re gonna do them.” He grinned at her. “To you.”

  “Multiple times,” Beck added.

  “Thank you.”

  “And you’re gonna love what we do with our cocks, how we punish you, how we chain you down and make you beg for it.” Troy winked at her. “Count on it.”

  Porcha was, and judging by the bulges in their pants, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be disappointed.

  “We need to eat first.”

  Adam disappeared into the kitchen again and reappeared with plates of appetizers that he placed on the dining table.

  “We’re set,” he said.

  Porcha knew better than to move until she was given permission.

  “Over here,” Troy said, holding a chair out for her.

  The plug in her butt was now so warm that her ass felt like it was on fire. It was almost but not quite painful, but Porcha didn’t say so, just in case Troy decided to punish her by taking it away. She sat down carefully in the chair he held out for her.

  “Any interesting offers come in?” Adam asked Troy as they made inroads into their grilled vegetables.

  “Nah. Nothing worthy of our talents.”

  “More babysitting assignments?” Beck asked, wrinkling his nose.

  “I declined them all.” Troy stretched his arms above his head. “I guess we’ll be on vacation after this, until something interesting comes along.”

  “I hate vacations,” Beck complained.

  “Depends who you spend ’em with.” Adam’s gaze lingered on Porcha like he wanted to eat her instead of the delicious food he’d prepared for them. “I can think of no end of interesting ways to pass the time with this little firecracker.”

  Beck nodded. “Well, there is that, I guess.”

  The main course came and went, and not one of them had addressed a single comment to her. But their gazes were constantly on her, seeming to assess her mood, waiting for the right moment to start the party. Being ignored verbally and simultaneously fucked with their eyes wasn’t a situation she’d have expected to find particularly exciting. How wrong could she be? The dark weight of Troy’s gaze that promised so much, the smouldering luminescence in Adam’s eye, Becks candid appraisal of every inch of her—three different approaches that made her burn with impatience. The desire to get on with things, engendered merely by the killer grin tugging at Troy’s lips one moment, the flicker of heat in Beck’s eye the next, was making her crazy. She guessed that was kind of the point. Damn, they were good at what they did, and the games hadn’t even started yet.

  Porcha, her mind free to wander, looked at the three of them as they chatted about places and things she knew nothing about. They were so goddamned handsome that it took her breath away just to look at them. She wanted to pinch herself, just to be sure that she really was here and was about to have all three of them—probably multiple times. The plug in her butt felt as though it was getting hotter, keeping pace with her thoughts. Come on, guys, I’m in pain here.

  To take her mind off her desperation, Porcha assessed each of them in turn, still marveling at her good fortune. Troy with his swarthy Argentinian complexion and thick black hair tied back in a ponytail. Beck with his open features, brown hair, and gray eyes that always had a smile in them. Adam with his blond surfer-boy good looks and iron control. They were all hers, at least for now, and she felt deep affection for each of them in different ways.

  Was it possible to love three men equally? Presumably so, because love was what she felt for these compassionate hunks. No question. Love and appreciation for the care they took of her overcame even her raging desire to be fucked. She toyed with her food, willing to play them at their own game, ready to wait. She had a feeling that the waiting was getting to them, too, and that they weren’t nearly as in control now as they had been when she came downstairs. The waiting wouldn’t drag on for much longer.

  “Okay, guys, time to rock.”

  Troy pushed his chair back, the cue for the other two to stand as well. Porcha stayed where she was, waiting to be told what to do.

  “Okay, Porcha, you can stand up.”

  Beck attached a long chain to the front of her collar and led her toward the stairs. Troy and Adam walked behind her, still chatting casually as though it was the most normal thing in the world for Beck to lead a scantily clad woman wearing nipple clamps and with a plug up her butt along by a chain. In this household, it probably was. Porcha tried not to feel jealous as she wondered about the women they’d played with before her. All that mattered now was that she was the subject of their attentions, and she was damned if they’d find her wanting. Aware that her problems would be resolved one way or another within the next few days and that she wouldn’t see them again after that, Porcha fully intended to make the most of them whilst she still c
ould.

  They climbed the two flights of stairs in silence. When they reached the playroom, Beck opened the door and led her through it. Once inside, he shed what few clothes he was wearing and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “On your knees,” he told her curtly.

  Porcha knelt in front of him, eyes downcast. Beck obviously got to go first, which was fine by Porcha. She tried to anticipate what he might require of her. Then she recalled that she’d tossed him on his butt that morning. Men like Beck didn’t let things like that go unpunished. She stifled a giggle. Of course his revenge would be dramatic and oversized, just like everything else about him, especially his cock.

  “You like to wrestle, sweetheart?”

  “If it pleases you.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, it does. I aim to pin you down every which way this side of Christmas and fuck you senseless. But first you need to be chastised for what you did this morning.”

  “I was wrong, master. I need to be punished.” She lifted her gaze to his face. “Please punish me.”

  Porcha was aware of Troy and Adam in the periphery of her vision, both now naked and sitting together on a sofa as they watched Beck in action. Having them as an audience was a thousand times different from the way she had felt with Sal and his business connections. That was humiliating because they were a captive audience, didn’t necessarily want to be there, and certainly couldn’t participate. But they stayed because they didn’t dare to go against Sal’s wishes and probably thought she was a first-class tart for doing what he made her do.

  This, on the other hand, was red hot.

  “How would you like to be punished?”

  “That’s for you to decide.”

  Beck tapped her thigh. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.”

  Porcha licked her lips, her eyes focused on his massive erection. “Your cock deep inside me.”

  “Ah-hah.” Beck wagged a finger beneath her nose. “Not yet, babe. We need to let you know who’s the boss here first.”

  He attached the chain to a hook on the side of the bed. “On your hands and knees.”

  Porcha moved into position, aware that her dress—what little there was of it—had ridden up to completely expose her ass. Troy and Adam would have an up-close view, and she cheekily waggled her butt in their direction. Muffled chuckles confirmed that they’d got the message.

  “She’s getting out of line again, Beck,” Troy said.

  “Yeah, I got that.”

  She couldn’t see what Beck was doing but heard more rattling and then felt cuffs being placed round her ankles, also presumably attached to the side of the bed.

  “Spread your legs wider,” Beck said in a gruff voice.

  Porcha moved them as far apart as the chain attaching the leg restraints would allow. Without warning, it went dark when he fixed a blindfold over her eyes.

  “Now you’re completely at my mercy!” She felt his hair brush the side of her face as he leaned in close. “Do you like being chained here with your ass exposed, waiting for my punishment?”

  Porcha swallowed against the lump that had formed in her throat. “Very much.”

  Beck chuckled. “Yeah, I can tell.”

  He brought a switch down across her ass, gently the first time. Not expecting it, Porcha flinched, the sting it left behind very slight and not nearly enough to satisfy her raging desire to be whipped. Anticipating the second blow as she heard the switch make a soft whoosh in the air, she relaxed her muscles and rolled with the pain. In combination with the red-hot plug in her butt, it felt wonderfully sensual, and she softly moaned her appreciation.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Porcha.”

  “I’m sorry, master.”

  She felt something slip into her pussy and disappear. A vibrator, switched to a low speed. Porcha was now in some difficulty. She could imagine how she must look, sluttish clothing, chained hand and foot, blindfolded, and with vibrators back and front—not to mention the nipple clamps that were now giving her merry hell. She was ready to come then and there. In fact she was desperate to do so.

  “What do you want now, Porcha?” Beck’s whispered the question in her ear.

  “To be fucked, if that’s what you’d like.”

  “Well now, I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” he said teasingly.

  She sensed him moving away from her and quelled her disappointment. His hair brushed against her face again, and she realized that he’d slipped beneath her when he forced his rigid cock between her lips.

  “There’s only one person gonna come right now, and it ain’t you, baby. Eat it!” She dutifully sucked him into her month, taking him right to the back of her throat. “You really shouldn’t have put me on my ass,” he said censoriously. “Hey, that’s it, suck it deeper, darlin’. Eat my cock.” When she felt his hand pumping it deeper into her mouth she reached for his balls, exerting enough pressure on them to make him gasp. “Christ, this is gonna be quick. Suck it deeper, sweetheart. Come on, I’m fucking your mouth. You feel that? Milk it for me, babe.”

  Porcha was turned-on by his words as much as by the butt plug and vibrator still pumping away inside her pussy. If she just closed her legs a little—he’d never notice—she’d be able to rub her thighs together and make herself come. She moaned softly round Beck’s cock, so needing to come.

  “Stop it!”

  A sharp tap on her butt told her that Troy or Adam knew what she was trying to do. She stilled immediately, widening her legs again as she worked on Beck, and felt a finger push the plug a little deeper. Beck was panting with need, and when she felt him pulsate and expand a little more in her mouth, she knew he was close.

  “That’s it. I’m fucking your mouth, Porcha. I’m fucking that sweet mouth real good. Swallow it down deep, babe. Here it comes!”

  Groaning, he shot an endless stream of semen deep into her throat. Porcha swallowed it all and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand when his cum finally stopped spurting. As soon as he slipped out of her mouth he removed the blindfold, smiling as he wiped himself clean and dropped a kiss on her lips.

  “Let that be a lesson to you.”

  “Thank you, master.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Let the chains go from the side of the bed but leave them on her,” Troy said, standing up.

  Adam stood with him, watching as Beck released their willing little sub. “That was quite a show,” he said.

  “Not bad for a prologue.”

  “How was it, Porcha?” Adam asked.

  “Frustrating,” she responded with a mischievous little smile.

  “I’ll just bet it was, but then that was the idea. You really shouldn’t try to get the better of Beck.” Adam wagged a finger beneath her nose. “He doesn’t much like being fooled with.”

  “Sorry, master Beck,” she said contritely.

  “In his situation, I wouldn’t have let you get away so lightly,” Adam told her.

  Troy chuckled as he looked at Porcha, now standing with the chain dangling from her collar and her legs still cuffed. They’d withheld what she most wanted for too long, he could tell that much by the rebellious expression in her eye, and because she’d just dared to admit it. If they didn’t give it to her soon, she’d find a way to get off on her own, not caring—or probably hoping—to be punished for her disobedience.

  Troy flashed a grin at Adam. Time to give her just a little bit more. He sat on the edge of the bed, snagging her waist and pulling her down with him, the lightweight chains rattling as she landed on his lap. He reached up and pulled the band out of his hair, feeling it cascade about his shoulders as soon as it was liberated. Porcha reached up and ran her fingers through it.

  “Just so you know, Porcha, he means business when he literally lets his hair down,” Adam said, chuckling. “You might be in for a rough ride.”

  “I’d better be.”

  * * * *

  The other two laughed as Troy reached up, cupped the back of her neck
, and kissed her. His lips were as hard as the rest of him, crushing her mouth as he demanded and instantly received her complete capitulation. Her clamped nipples crashed against his chest as he held her closer and deepened the kiss. As his tongue foraged her mouth and his teeth nipped playfully at her lower lip, he felt himself drowning in her femininity and wondered who was actually in charge here. She was a goddamned witch. A drug he’d never be able to get enough of. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t spend every spare moment he had getting his fill of her.

  “Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”

  She did as she asked, panting with need. Troy slid beneath her, disciplining himself not to touch her tits yet as he removed the vibrator and flicked at her soaking pussy with the tip of his tongue. She moaned as she dropped her hips so that her clit fell directly over his face. Smiling at her desperation, Troy sank his lips into her most sensitive area and sucked the life out of her.

  “Troy!”

  He let go, grinning as he imagined her annoyance at having spoken his name and making him stop so he could answer her. “Yes, babe, what is it?”

  “Please.” She brushed her pubic bone over his face. “I need you to do that some more.”

  “You want me to suck your cunt?”

  “Very badly.”

  “You know what happens to girls who ask?” Beck questioned sternly.

  “I’m not asking, master, I’m begging.” She was almost crying with need. “I’ll do anything if you’ll just—”

  “You’ll do anything anyway.”

  Troy brought one hand down hard across her ass as he resumed feasting on her clit. She bucked into his mouth, whimpering. It clearly wasn’t enough for her but was all she was gonna get—for now, anyway. His tongue delved deep into her pussy, licking her walls, sucking her lips, while the fingers of one hand found her clit. It was all it took.

  “Master, I can’t…oh God, I’m going to come!”