Dominant Force [Clandestine Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “No, he always said I was the only one for him.”

  “We’d best take a look at his e-mail,” Lewis said. “There’s nothing here to lend us any clues.”

  “There’s not much to see.” Anais pulled up his account. “He wasn’t one for computers. He never really trusted them. Said they were too easy to hack into.”

  Hunter thought of Raoul’s sophisticated hacking abilities and grinned. “He had a point.”

  “I’ve never known anyone to be so self-contained,” Lewis complained when Gary’s e-mail account yielded no new clues. “Almost no phone calls, no e-mail, no friends. The guy’s a fucking phantom.” He glanced at Anais and grimaced. “Sorry, babe, but it’s just not natural in this day and age.”

  “No apology necessary. I’d be the first to admit that he was a bit different. When you live with it all the time different starts to seem normal.”

  They turned their attention to Gary’s bank account, which was equally uninformative. No large deposits or withdrawals, no suspicious activities, and no activity at all since the date of his disappearance.

  “Okay, we’ve got all we’re going to get from here,” Hunter said, standing up and stretching. “I’ll go and get dinner started.”

  “Let me help,” Anais offered.

  They ate an hour later. Hunter kept Anais busy in the kitchen in the meantime, chatting to her about things that had nothing to do with her husband. He could see she was distracted by the discussion they’d just had—she would have to be made of stone not to be, and Hunter had good reason to know she was all warm flesh and blood. He hated seeing her hurt and bewilderment in her eye, but saw little point in sugar-coating his findings. Her husband wasn’t the man she thought he had been, could well still be alive, and was almost certainly the subject of a military enquiry that was being kept under wraps.

  His kitchen was usually strictly his domain, but he enjoyed having Anais in it with him. She worked quietly and efficiently, and didn’t get in his way. Hunter, on the other hand, found excuses to bump his body against hers. Just because her husband was stupid enough to neglect her, that didn’t mean she wasn’t the most sensuous, feisty, desirable woman he’d met in years of searching. Gary Harrison was a jerk, but Hunter and Lewis were more than capable of appreciating Anais’s feminine qualities, and letting her know it.

  The atmosphere was rife with expectancy as they ate their dinner. Anais ate quickly and sparingly, as though she couldn’t wait to find out what came next. The guys taunted her by eating slowly, pretending they didn’t know what it was that had gotten her so excited.

  “We’ll take dessert in the other room,” Hunter eventually said, having cleared away the plates. “Come with us.”

  He held out a hand and Anais slipped hers into it. Lewis walked ahead of them and opened the door that led directly into the room behind their garage. He flipped on the low lights set in the baseboard that sent arcs of illumination over the crimson walls of their dungeon. He watched for Anais’s reaction. It wasn’t long in coming. She looked around at the array of BDSM playthings—spanking benches, whips, toys, a large water bed, and numerous appliances she probably didn’t have a clue how to use, and gasped.

  “What is this place?” she asked.

  * * * *

  She knew, of course, even though she had never imagined she would set foot in one. She felt incredibly excited. So too did her leaking pussy. She hadn’t admitted it, even to herself, but she had felt hurt and humiliated by Gary’s withdrawal from her. She knew from other military wives that their men often felt detached from reality, and found it hard to settle back to a normal life after a difficult or dangerous posting. Gary had always bounced back in the past, but each time he did so he offered less of himself, treating her increasingly like a stranger. And then the ultimate insult of insisting upon separate rooms. She had felt it was her fault because she must have failed to give him the support he needed.

  Now she was starting to think differently.

  These two gorgeous specimens of unimpeachable masculinity wanted her just for herself. There was no question this was a mercy fuck. She knew she was responsible for taking their relationship to this level, and it hadn’t been their intention. They had this cute sense of propriety and she was pretty sure they didn’t make a habit out of mixing business with pleasure. Get used to it, boys. I like your games.

  “This is our playroom, darlin’,” Hunter said, bending his head to steal a kiss. “And you’re a very welcome addition to it.”

  “What sort of games do you play in here?” she asked, licking her lips because they were suddenly very dry, and because she liked the way Hunter always seemed to tense up whenever she did it.

  “Not any that require clothing. Take your things off, sweetheart, all of them.”

  Both men stood back and watched her as she stripped for them. She did so slowly, glad she’d bothered to wear a matching lacy bra and pantie set. Not that they got to see her in it for long, but still. When she was naked, she looked up at them, waiting to be told what to do next.

  “Put a plastic sheet on the bed,” Hunter told Lewis. “Then go get the bowl of whipped cream and fruit from the fridge. We’re gonna eat our dessert from a very desirable table.”

  Lewis grinned, blew Anais a kiss, flipped a thin-looking plastic sheet over the mattress and slipped back out the door.

  “Go and lay on the bed.”

  Hunter looked his fill at Anais as he spoke, but didn’t touch her. She so wanted him to touch her that she couldn’t prevent her body from trembling all over. He appeared not to notice, but the tight little smile he clearly didn’t want her to see gave him away, lending Anais confidence. She lay on the bed and looked away from him, glad he wasn’t indifferent to her nakedness. It really mattered to her that she should make an impression upon him—upon them both. When she looked up again, Hunter was also naked. And aroused. Oh my, very aroused! Yep, that was what she called making an impression.

  “You sure do look pretty like that, darlin’. Lift your arms above your head and spread your legs just as wide as you can get them.”

  She wasn’t surprised when he cuffed her wrists and fastened the chain connecting them to the bedhead. But she was astonished when he produced restraints from beneath the bed and fastened them around her ankles, securing them in place.

  “There, now there’s no escape for you.”

  Who wants to escape?

  Lewis returned, minus his clothes, but clutching the large bowl of soft fruit and cream she had seen in the fridge earlier.

  “Now ain’t that the prettiest sight you ever did see,” Lewis said, admiration in his tone.

  “No question,” Hunter agreed. “You hungry, buddy?”

  “I could use some dessert.”

  A large dollop of cream fell on Anais’s midriff, making her squirm. Except she couldn’t move very much because her limbs were secured in place. Now she understood why. Further dollops landed on her tits, and her pussy. Oh my, were they going to lick it off? Please lick it off, she silently begged. Hunter climbed onto the bed beside her and held a spoon of fruity cream to her lips. She extended her tongue and lapped it up like a cat. The mattress, a water-filled mattress, she realized now, dipped at the bottom as Lewis clambered between her legs. Without preamble, he dipped his tongue into her cream-covered pussy and sucked it up. Anais elevated her hips from the bed and moaned. She simply couldn’t help herself, the sensation was so intense, so mind-numbingly electrifying. Hunter dropped his head and bit hard at a solidified nipple as he ate the cream from her tits, at which point Anais decided she must have died and gone to heaven.

  On and on it went. Their tongues and teeth were everywhere. Anais cried out when she felt Lewis’s hand filling her pussy with fistfuls of cream. It felt alien, and yet sexy as hell as it started to ooze out of her again. She fervently hoped he planned to ram it deeper with his cock. How erotic would that be? Anais had never even imagined such a thing, much less though it could happen to her. N
ow she couldn’t wait to get started. Her prayers were answered when she heard a foil packet rip open. Then Lewis was inside her, squishing the cream deeper with firm upward thrusts of his hips.

  “Your turn to feed, darlin’.”

  Anais turned her head sideways toward the voice. She was confronted by Hunter, on his knees beside her face, fisting his enormous cock covered with fruit and cream. A wide smile broke across her face as she opened her mouth and sucked him inside, keen to return just a fraction of the pleasure these guys had so far given her.

  “That’s it, baby,” Hunter said with a groan. “You’ve got Lewis fucking your cunt, and me fucking your lovely mouth, but I’m betting it still ain’t enough for you.”

  Hunter held his cock at its base and forced it in and out of her mouth, setting his own rhythm, hitting the back of her throat with every sortie even though she wasn’t getting his entire length. Jeez, there was a lot of him, but Anais wasn’t complaining.

  “She’ll never get enough,” Lewis said, making it sound like a complaint as, breathing heavily, he rammed himself into her. She felt juices pouring out of her, unsure whether they were her own or if they were made by the cream, not especially caring because the feeling was so intoxicatingly sensual it stoked her growing need. Being fucked by two such virile guys had all her synapses firing. It was almost as though her entire life had been building up to this moment, and she never wanted it to end.

  But she knew it was about to. The feel of Lewis’s cock stretching the walls of her cunt, Hunter’s thick length growing larger, pulsating more violently inside her mouth, and the desire pooling deliciously in her core was an incendiary combination. Fire lanced through her veins and she mewled around Hunter’s cock, thrashing her body as much as she was able against the restraints. Shivers of liquid excitement stoked the flames. She was on the brink, and wouldn’t be able to pull back now, no matter what threats they issued.

  “I think our little sub is getting ideas above herself,” Hunter said, feeding himself between her lips with added urgency.

  Lewis increased the pressure of his downward slides, setting up a hot, sticky tempo. “Looks that way.”

  “Course, if she comes without our permission, she’ll have to be punished afterward.”

  “Goes without being said. What do you have in mind for her?”

  “Seems to me we’ve ignored that cute butt of hers for quite long enough.”

  Anais momentarily tensed at the thought of anal sex, then relaxed again. She knew she could safe word them if it got too much, but so far everything they’d done to her hadn’t been nearly enough and she was still hungry for more. Besides, she couldn’t think about anything except the quite exquisite feel of Lewis’s cock splitting her in two. Being spoken about like she wasn’t there while they continued to fuck her was a total turn-on. Anais felt her pulse quicken as sensation, palpable and pulsating, coursed through her heated blood. She closed her vagina muscles around Lewis’s cock and her mouth around Hunter’s, enjoying his addictive scent and the quite devastating taste of him. Shards of pleasure blasted her body as she milked Lewis’s cock, sucked harder at Hunter’s, and rode the crest of her orgasm as it hit her like an erupting volcano. She gloried in the power of her femininity, the strength of which she was only just starting to understand, as sensation slammed her and all hell broke loose deep within her most sensitive areas.

  “Naughty.”

  But there was laughter in Hunter’s voice as he abruptly pulled his cock from her mouth, and pumped it between his fist. She watched him as he threw his head back, and face contorted with pleasure as he cried out as he shot his load over her sticky tits. At the exact same moment, Lewis pounded into her hard, the ropey muscles in his forearms trembling.

  “You goddamned sexy bitch. Your cunt is so fucking tight it’s killing me.”

  His entire body spasmed as she sensed his cock fill inside her. He groaned and let himself go.

  They released her hands and feet almost immediately and the three of them lay on their backs, adhering to the sheet and to each other, waiting to recover their breath.

  Chapter Nine

  Hunter was the first to stir. He elevated himself up onto one elbow, leaned over Anais, and simply looked into her dazed eyes. His own eyes softened at the sight of her flushed face and sultry, satiated expression. The way she had adapted to the games they liked to play was driving him crazy, and causing him to think the unthinkable. Letting Anais go when this was over was no longer an option. But was he actually ready to commit?

  He lowered his head and kissed her long and deep, astonished to find he didn’t feel ready to run a mile like he usually did if he felt a trap closing around him. Perhaps that was because Anais had no idea what she did to him, and had no ulterior motive. But kids? She wanted kids, but they had never been in Hunter’s agenda, nor Lewis’s.

  “Hey, you okay?” he asked when he finally let her up for air.

  “A tad sticky,” she replied, with an embarrassed little laugh. “But apart from that, absolutely wonderful.”

  “That’s good to know.” He trailed a finger across her torso, avoiding his sperm, already crystalizing on her tits. “We need to get cleaned up, all of us, so you can take your punishment.”

  “Do I deserve to be punished?”

  “No question,” Lewis replied from her opposite side, his fingers lazing exploring her body, too. “You need to learn to do as you’re told, sugar.”

  “I need extra help with that.” She shared a rueful smile between them. “I’m new to these games, and don’t have your self-control, gentlemen.”

  Hunter watched her bite her lip as she spoke, a compelling habit that got to him every time and which would earn her an additional punishment. He wondered what magic she was working on him. Never had a woman fascinated him so comprehensively. He had thought he was too jaded to feel this way ever again, and the intense, gravitational pull that drew him to Anais almost frightened him. He had plenty of the self-control she claimed to lack as a general rule, except when he was anywhere near her, it seemed.

  “That’s because you’ve never been fucked by two men at once before.” Hunter drew lazy patterns around the sparkling ruby stud in her pierced belly button with his forefinger. “You’ll soon learn, and we’ll be happy to teach you.”

  “Hmm, if you say so, Sir, but I have a feeling it will take a ton more lessons before I get the hang of it.”

  Hunter laughed, slapped her thigh hard, and then got up to set the shower in the corner of the dungeon running. Lewis helped her up and the three of them got themselves clean. It was clear Anais was hoping for action in the shower, but Hunter had other plans for her.

  They got her dry and then told her to go stand in the corner with her back to them. She obeyed without creating problems, eyes downcast. Hunter didn’t need to look into them to know they would be burning with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. The guys got themselves dry, and Lewis whipped the soiled plastic sheet from the bed.

  “What you got in mind?” he asked Hunter in an undertone.

  “Her ass is mine.”

  “Yeah, I got that part.” Lewis grinned. “Think I don’t know what you like after all this time?”

  Hunter chuckled. “Just staking first claim, is all.”

  “Okay, but we need to punish her first. Think she can take a whipping?”

  They both glanced at Anais’s naked back and noticed a quiver pass through her body. She couldn’t possibly be cold, so it had to have been caused by anticipation, or excitement because she would know they were talking about her, deciding her fate.

  “I think that’s what she’s hoping for.” Hunter reached for a Japanese flogger and cracked it across his palm. The whistle made by the thongs as they cut through the air caused Anais to flinch. “Get some clamps for her tits,” he said to Lewis.

  Lewis grinned. “I’m on it.”

  “Come over here, Anais,” Hunter said when Lewis had the clamps ready.

  She tu
rned and walked slowly toward them, eyes still downcast. Hunter noticed fresh juices trickling from her cunt. She was turned on again, ready for more fun. She stopped in front of them, saying nothing. Lewis reached forward and tenderly applied lube to one solidified nipple. Then he attached a clamp. She gasped and briefly looked up, unmistakable passion reflected in her eyes. They didn’t need to ask if the clamp hurt. It was obvious she loved the feel of it, and so Lewis repeated the process with the other nipple, and tugged gently at the chain that connected them when he was done. This time she moaned, and then shifted her position so her legs were wider apart. The minx was hoping for some attention to her cunt. Well, that wasn’t on the agenda.

  “Come with me.”

  Hunter led the way across the floor and stopped by a spanking bench. “On your knees, lean your torso over the bench, and let your tits dangle free on the other side.”

  Once she was in position, Lewis slid beneath her onto a soft gym mat, so his mouth was level with her tits. Hunter stood behind her, flexing the flogger, enjoying the sight of her cute butt just waiting for him to do whatever the hell he felt like with it. And he would. But first he needed to whip her, and put some color into those sweet buttocks.

  “This is to be your punishment for coming without permission, Anais. Do you have something to say to me?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please punish me. I deserve it.”

  “What did you do that was wrong?”

  “I had an orgasm.”

  “And why was that wrong?”

  “Because you didn’t give me permission to come, Sirs.”

  “Damned straight we didn’t. You have to learn not to disobey us.”

  Hunter brought the flogger down on her backside hard without giving her any warning. The multi-thongs spread the sting, leaving a pretty pink trail in their wake. She cried out, but gamely held her position. Lewis would be giving her clamped tits attention at the same time, and Hunter could see his fingers playing with her clit. Pleasure and pain. Yin and yang. Anais was already a convert, and seemed to know how to control her breathing in order to get the most of out her punishment without them needing to instruct her. He brought the flogger down harder several times in quick succession, becoming more aroused by the minute as Anais soaked up everything he could give her as though she had been doing this for months rather than days.