A Clean Sweep [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  Before she could think about, she nodded. “Yes.”

  It was close to midnight when she realized she’d dozed off in the middle of them. Josh and Ted were also snoozing, Mark awake and propped up on one arm, watching her sleep and the TV at the same time.

  He smiled. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”

  “Sorry.”

  “No, it’s fine, really.” He nudged Ted and Josh. “She’s awake, guys.”

  They both sat up, and her heart wanted to break with how cute they looked, rubbing their faces, smiling when they spotted her.

  “I think we need to take her home instead of frying her brain a second time. I’ll drive her in her car if you guys want to follow us.”

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I can make it.”

  She’d started to sit up when Mark hooked an arm around her and pulled her to him. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice dropping into that tone again. “We aren’t asking you. We’re telling you.”

  She looked up into his smiling face. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  He grinned before leaning in to kiss her. “Such a good girl. Our good girl.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Wednesday morning, Essie had a hard time climbing out of bed. Places on and in her body ached in ways they never had before. Pleasant aches, but aches nonetheless.

  The men had driven her home, where she’d fallen into bed without even undressing. She’d just kicked off her shoes and face-planted into her pillow until the alarm on her phone rudely woke her up.

  It was only the thought that she’d be seeing her guys again shortly that cheered her up and got her ass moving.

  Her guys.

  She smiled as she looked at her ass in the mirror. There was the faint imprint of a hand there, but nothing bad.

  It had felt good.

  Another truth from some of the books she’d read.

  I get it. I really get it.

  And they’d made plans for her to come back to their house that night at seven for dinner.

  She suspected she was the dessert.

  They also promised to be a little more prepared, and hinted that they would do quite a bit of talking before the après-dinner activities.

  All during the day the men teased her when they could, out of sight of the camera crews and with either their mics turned off, or silently so no one could hear.

  They made her excuses to her mother and to Ross and Loren. “We want to discuss the other case with her,” Mark told them. “See if we can work around her schedule, maybe get her back here for more filming for that case.”

  Her mom definitely bought it.

  But after Essie got her shower and was getting ready to go to the men’s house, Loren knocked on her bedroom door.

  In her hand, she held a small cloth bag.

  She handed it to Essie with a smile. “Tell those numbnuts to use these. Unless you like bruises on your wrists.”

  Essie glanced at her arms. She hadn’t noticed them that morning, and wore work gloves most of the day that covered them. But sure enough, faint purple bruises were forming on both wrists.

  She felt her face heat.

  Loren kindly laughed. “You can borrow those. They’re a spare pair. I included a couple of extra snap clips.

  Essie opened the bag and found a pair of nice, soft, supple leather cuffs. And, yes, two double-ended snap clips.

  “Thank you.”

  “No thanks necessary. They look happier than I’ve ever seen them.” She hugged Essie. “You can trust them,” she whispered in Essie’s ear. “They’re good guys. They just needed the right woman.” She stepped back with a smile and closed the door behind her.

  Essie looked into the bag again before putting it in her purse.

  After bidding everyone good-bye, she fought the urge to run for her rental car.

  She knew she was already growing wet again at the thought of what the men might have in store for her tonight.

  After dinner, they led her into the living room, where they sat her on the couch.

  “Okay,” Ted started. “I should have insisted on this part last night, but I think we all got a little ahead of ourselves.” He sent her a playful wink. “We are all clean. We’ve all been tested as of more than six months ago, and we haven’t been with anyone since then. So while I think it’d still be smart to use condoms until you decide for sure you want to move here and be with us, if you’re okay with oral, we are, too.”

  She was trying to figure a way to turn that whole statement around so it didn’t seem like he was trying to insinuate she wasn’t disease-free and couldn’t. “Don’t you trust me when I say I’m clean?”

  Mark took her hands in his. “Yes, we do trust you. You don’t strike us as the kind of person who would lie about something like that. But even with the pill, accidents can and do happen. Last night we sort of got…busy, before we had this conversation. I mean, it would be kind of presumptuous on our parts to say, “Hey, we’ll wrap it for fucking you, but we’ll dump our cum down your throat without discussion.”

  Okay, that popped her irritation. She laughed. “Got it. Actually, I was hoping for a little of that kind of action.” She licked her lips. “I believe someone mentioned a spit roast last night. I’ve read about it, but since you guys are my first ménage, it’s only been a fantasy.”

  The men stared at her for a moment. “Holy fuck,” Josh whispered. “I think I just came in my shorts.”

  Ted slapped his shoulder. “Dumbass. Get naked.”

  They moved to Mark’s bed, shedding clothes all the way. Señor Hitachi sat ready on the bedside table, as well as several strips of condoms and a bottle of lube.

  “Oh, wait.” She returned to the living room and retrieved the bag from her purse, bringing it back to them. “Loren gave me these,” she said, heat filling her face. “She noticed bruises forming on my wrists this afternoon.”

  Mark opened the bag, letting out a laugh as he dumped the cuffs onto the bed. “Remind me to thank her tomorrow.” He handed one to Josh while he buckled the other around her left wrist.

  “We’ll have to buy you a set,” Ted said. “Sorry about the bruises.”

  “I’m not,” she said before realizing what she’d said. Then she shrugged. “I kind of like the idea of remembering what happened the night before.”

  Ted leaned in to kiss her. “So do we, except we’d like them to be where others can’t see them. And we should have been more careful last night. It’s one thing if someone likes bruises, it’s another if they don’t and you bruise them anyway.”

  “I didn’t even think about it at the time. It just felt so good.”

  “Any special requests tonight besides the spit roast?”

  “I’m a little sore. Achy,” she amended. “Not in a bad way. But just to warn you I might be moving a little slow.”

  “That’s all right.” He reached behind him and grabbed the vibrator. “That’s what Señor Hitachi is for.”

  Josh hadn’t actually creamed his shorts, but he had a wet spot on them when he pulled them off. He sat at the head of the bed and eagerly guided her mouth onto his cock with a pleased hiss.

  “Oh, baby. That’s perfect.”

  They’d clipped her wrists together with one of the snap clips Loren provided. Hobbled like that, on her elbows and knees, Ted rolled a condom on and knelt between her legs. He reached between her legs and slid two fingers deep into her cunt, making her moan around Josh’s cock.

  “Oh holy fuck!” Josh gasped. “That’s fantastic!”

  “I’m going to put a gag in your mouth in a minute,” Ted lightly teased. He finger-fucked her before replacing his fingers with his cock. At that angle, he slid home deep, bottoming out when his thighs pressed against the backs of hers.

  “Shit, yeah,” Ted muttered. “Mark?”

  She heard the vibrator click on. Mark reached under her, the vibrator between her legs, his other hand working back and forth between her nipples, lightly pinching them.
r />   She moaned louder, trying to fuck herself onto Ted’s cock.

  He slapped her ass, hard, making her whimper but also giving her a surge of pleasure. “I’m driving, baby,” he warned.

  She whimpered around Josh’s cock but stopped moving.

  Ted laughed. “Oh, maybe baby wants her ass slapped?” He alternated slapping each side of her ass, pressing his cock even more deeply inside her but still not fucking her the way she wanted. The stinging intensified, making her whine, until he withdrew his cock and then slammed home, shoving her hard onto the vibrator and Josh’s cock.

  “Come for us, sweetheart,” Ted ordered.

  She couldn’t have resisted him even if she wanted to. Before he’d even finished saying it, her orgasm had started. He started fucking her, hard and fast and alternating with stinging slaps on her ass that made her writhe and moan, doubly impaled between the men.

  “Keep coming,” Mark coaxed. “You just keep it up until we let you stop.”

  Josh’s fingers dug into her scalp. “I’m about to blow, man, do it quick.”

  And then his cock hardened along her tongue just as hot streams of his cum exploded into her mouth. She swallowed, keeping up with it, moaning through her orgasm.

  “Good girl,” Ted grunted, finally climaxing, his cock buried deep inside her cunt.

  Mark switched off the vibrator and pulled it away. Essie flopped onto her side, breathless, her cheek pressed against Josh’s thigh.

  He stroked her hair. “Better, baby?”

  She nodded.

  Ted pulled out and walked into the master bathroom. “Oh, don’t you fall asleep on us yet,” he warned. “Mark’s still got a turn coming. Heh. Coming.”

  “And he’s the counselor,” Josh said with mock disgust.

  When Ted returned, the men scooched her to the end of the bed, on her back, ass at the edge. Ted and Josh held her legs back and open, pinning her arms down with their bodies. In one hand, Mark held Señor Hitachi. In the other, he stroked his condom-clad cock.

  In this position, the men had her spread wide open. Mark held up the vibrator. “You know what happens now, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell us.”

  She swallowed to form spit. “You’re going to fuck me and use the vibrator on me, Sir.”

  “Such a good girl. Do you want me to?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His tone deepened, sending another flood of moisture straight to her already well-fucked cunt. “Then ask me.”

  “Please fuck me and use the vibrator on me, Sir.”

  “Be more specific.” He wore a sadistic grin.

  Her face heated. “Please,” she managed to whisper, “fuck my pussy and use the vibrator on my clit.”

  “Good girl!” He fed his cock into her before clicking the vibrator on and pressing it to her clit.

  Her back arched, but Josh and Ted held her down with their bodies. “Good girl,” Josh said before leaning in and sucking her nipple into his mouth.

  Ted did the same on her other side, and now her body totally belonged to them again.

  Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her as Mark slowly fucked her, content to watch her with a pleased smile on his face as she writhed between them. “I rubbed one out in the shower this morning,” he told her. “And another before you got here tonight. So I can hold it a little while.” He chuckled. “And you, poor baby, look at you, so helpless and coming so hard for us.”

  He took a hard thrust, deep, increasing her pleasure before teasing her again with several shallow strokes. “Ask me to let you keep coming.”

  She shouldn’t have fallen for it, but she did. “Please let me keep coming, Sir.”

  “Well, of course I’ll let you keep coming, you good girl.”

  Aaaand there was the brain blizzard, back with a delicious vengeance.

  Between the pleasant ache of the men pinching her nipples, and the way Mark was fucking her and using the vibrator on her, she felt she could coast for hours like that, blissful, wanting it to both stop and never end, pleasure and the sweet bite of pain all rolled into one mosaic.

  She was gasping for air when he finally started fucking her, hard, deep, regular strokes she suspected meant he was near the end of his ability to hang on. “Get ready, sweetheart,” he said. “Ask me to come inside you.”

  “Sir, please come inside my pussy.”

  “Good girl!” He took a few last, hard strokes before letting out a moan. Then he switched the vibrator off and tossed it onto the bed.

  Ted and Josh released her legs while Mark leaned in and kissed her. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, his smile twisting her heart into tangled knots.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Thursday afternoon, Essie was head-down over her phone and sorting through e-mail as she walked. She wanted to call Amy and talk for a few minutes in the relative privacy of the backyard. But before she rounded the corner, she heard voices and stopped at the corner of the house to listen. Purson was having a conversation with what sounded like one of the men from his crew.

  “I’m telling you, I heard it,” the guy said. “They’re involved with her, all three of them. If we use this as part of the show, it’ll blast the ratings through the roof.”

  Horror chilled her, even in the muggy Florida afternoon. The heat suddenly filling her face had nothing to do with the temperature, either.

  “You let me handle those kinds of decisions,” Purson told him. “Your job is to film.”

  “So you’re not saying no?”

  “I’m saying I need to talk to Mark, Josh, and Ted. Until I do that, just keep quiet and keep filming.”

  Essie made an about-face and ducked into the side garage door, her heart racing as she ran through to the kitchen.

  The irony that she could make it in a straight beeline now without winding her way through canyons of garbage didn’t escape her. The garage, utility room, kitchen, hallways, dining room, and most of the living room were completely dejunked, even though the carpeting hadn’t been removed yet. The bedrooms were also being chipped away at, and the spare bathroom and powder room were both completely cleaned out. A plumber was scheduled to come out the next day to replace the powder room toilet. They’d even been able to downsize the work crew to just a few men now that the worst of the clutter hoard was gone.

  The house felt huge, enormous. Larger than she ever remembered it from her childhood. By Mark’s best guess, they’d have the rest of the dejunking finished by Friday evening, could get the carpets ripped out, and be able to get rid of one of the large trash containers. The other would stay until Essie and her mom finished sorting the things the cleaning crew had saved for them to go through.

  I have to talk to the guys.

  The problem was, they wouldn’t be back for a while, and she didn’t want to have that kind of conversation over the phone.

  She was about to turn her microphone off and go have things out with Purson when her mom walked in through the front door. “Oh, there you are! Honey, I need your help going through these boxes, please? Some of the papers are your schoolwork and I don’t want to throw it away unless you want it gone.”

  Dammit. “Sure, Mom.”

  They were sitting on a tarp going through the boxes, her mom smiling. “You were always such a good student.”

  Something about the wistful tone of her mom’s voice pulled Essie’s attention fully to her and away from what she’d overheard earlier.

  “He was proud of you,” her mom said. “He always told people how smart you were, how you got good grades.”

  Essie struggled against her irritation. “Would have been nice if he’d told me that himself.”

  She realized her mom had gone silent. When Essie looked, she spotted the tears rolling down her face.

  Essie immediately scooted closer to her and pulled her into her arms. “I’m here, Mom. I’ll have to go back to Spokane at some point, but I promise I’m not abandoning you. We can
talk on the phone all the time. And…maybe we can talk about me moving back to Florida in a few months.”

  Her mom’s tears became sobs. “I’m so sorry I didn’t stand up to him more,” she said. “I should have. I should have stood up for you more. I lost you for so many years.”

  Aaaaand here we go. She suspected this was her mom’s long overdue breakdown. “It doesn’t matter,” Essie said. “We have each other now, and nothing’s going to change that. I promise, even if I’m not with you, I’m in your life. You won’t ever lose me again.”

  She sat there, gently rocking her mom as she cried, her own tears once again dried up and missing where her father was concerned. She’d deal with that later.

  Right now, she wanted to focus on her mom.

  It took her a while for her mom to regain her composure. Someone had brought and set a box of tissues close by, even as the film crews unobtrusively recorded what happened.

  “I know I’m going to cry a lot,” her mom whispered, “but I spent a lot of years crying myself to sleep. Or crying on the way home from work to…this,” she said. “I feel like I’m mostly cried out. But I wish he’d reached out to you. I wish he’d made things right with you.” She dabbed at the tears in her eyes. “You know, I wonder if he wasn’t feeling bad that night. Before I went to bed, he said, ‘I love you.’ I told him I loved him, too, and gave him a kiss.”

  Her heart broke for her mom. Essie had barely known the man he was. She could compartmentalize as much as she needed to for right now.

  He’d been a daily part of her mom’s life. “I love you, Mom.”

  She smiled and took a deep, hitching breath. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

  After a quick trip over to Ross and Loren’s to wash her face, her mom returned, ready to finish going through the boxes of paperwork.

  And that was where Essie was sitting, outside the storage pod under the shade of one of the picnic tents, sorting papers, when her men returned.