Monroe, Melody S. - Destiny's Desire [Pleasure, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  She obeyed, and he divested her of her pants in short order. All that was left was her too-damp panties and her bunched-up bra. Probably because he figured she might be uncomfortable, he pinched the hook in back and pulled the bra off her. His mouth found her tit. He scraped his teeth lightly across the tip, and the pressure sent sparks of need down her body.

  She closed her eyes and dropped back her head. “That’s good.”

  He pulled the bedspread down to the end, lifted her, and dropped her on the mattress. Without any ceremony, he dragged off her panties and tossed them on the floor. His concentration was intense, like he’d been sent on a life-or-death mission, and he was determined to win.

  In a quick maneuver, he secured her two wrists together. She expected him to tie her hands above her head. Instead, he told her get on her elbows and knees. He spread her legs apart, then took one scarf and dragged it ever so lightly over her naked pussy. The rubbing created more need.

  She wiggled her butt. “Can I have the real thing?”

  “We have all night.” Music to her ears. “But impatient little girls need some serious education.”

  The spank came hard and fast. “Ouch.”

  “You didn’t warn me about the hoedown tonight.” Three more slaps came in rapid succession.

  By now, heat was shimmering across her rear, its tendrils licking her pussy with abandon. He slid two fingers into her dripping opening, and just as fast, withdrew them.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I can tell how much you like your punishment.” She guessed to please her, he spanked her harder.

  Waves of pain morphed into such intense pleasure, her juices dripped down her thigh.

  “I can smell you.”

  She could, too. “I want your cock.”

  “Oh, you will get that, I promise, but first I want you climbing the walls with need.”

  She already was. He flipped her over and tied her hands above her. After dragging his palms down her tits, he moved to the end of the bed, where he strapped her legs to the side posts.

  “You are mine for the taking, and don’t forget it.”

  She couldn’t have been more thrilled. The scarves he’d picked were almost too short, forcing him to spread her legs wide.

  “You comfortable?” His tone changed from aggressive to soft in a second.

  “Yes.”

  He shucked off his boots and everything else he was wearing in an instant. His rigid cock stood at attention. She couldn’t take her gaze off him. “You’re magnificent.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” He straddled her. His big cock at her entrance, he rested most of his body weight on his elbows, leaned over, and massaged one breast while he nipped at her other nipple. Each tug brought her closer to a climax. With his large, mushroom-shaped head seated at the entrance to her pussy, he gently bit on each hardened peak.

  She tried to push her hips upward to get him inside her. “You’re being cruel, teasing me like that.”

  “You complaining? I have ways other than spanking you to get you to comply.”

  In a way, she wanted to know what he’d do, but this time decided to keep quiet. “No.”

  “Good.”

  He drew her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on the tip. The erotic pain wreaked havoc. “Mmm.”

  “You’re lucky Kurt’s not here. He’d really like to tie you up, and do all sorts of things to you.”

  She wanted to know what, but she was willing to wait for when Kurt was here in person. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d like having something other than vanilla sex. These men had brought out urges in her she never knew existed.

  Drake scooted lower on her body. The air cooled her wet breasts. His thumbs trailed down her stomach, and his mouth followed. When he opened her pussy lips, she groaned. Oh, how she wished she could run her hands through his hair, but maybe that was the point. By not being able to do anything, her mind conjured up all sorts of images and desires.

  “I hope you are a patient woman.”

  No. “Why?”

  “Because I want to stay down here for a while.”

  “What did I do to you?” She wanted him.

  “You sent me beautiful letters.” His mouth latched onto her pussy and his tongue licked her deep and hard.

  His comment made no sense. She would have asked him, but right now, the words wouldn’t form. She bucked up, needing more pressure, and she needed more of him. He held her hips and nibbled on her clit. When he sucked on her bundle of nerves, she nearly came.

  “Don’t even think of climaxing.”

  “That’s going to be so hard.”

  “I’ll give you something hard in a minute.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Three fingers replaced his mouth, and the spiraling thrill changed direction as he curled his fingers to touch another sensitive spot. One hand found her stomach and began making soothing circles while the other continued its carnal assault.

  “You are so wet.”

  “I wonder why?”

  He immediately stopped all pleasuring and untied her legs. “Roll over.”

  With the legs free, the scarf tying her hands spun as she flipped over. He patted her ass then lifted her hips. He dragged the head of his cock down her opening. Her butt cheeks automatically contracted.

  “None of that.” With his knees he moved her legs wider apart.

  She expected to finally get some release, but instead, he threaded the silk scarf through her legs and seesawed it back and forth, stimulating her clit beyond anything she’d imagined. “Oh, oh.”

  He dropped the scarf, reached underneath her, and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “I’m so ready, Drake.”

  “I’ll let you off easy this time.”

  Thank God he wanted there to be another time. He disappeared from behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, he pulled a condom from his jeans pocket. If her hands had been free, she would have liked to put that on him herself. Next time, maybe.

  He returned. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

  Oh, my God.

  He simultaneously wrapped his palms around her breasts and held his cock at her opening. He tugged on her tits as he slid into her wet pussy. The glory of the union took her breath away.

  “You are so fucking tight.”

  From the awe in his tone, he was pleased. He leaned over her and kissed her neck. Sparks of lust radiated down her body. Between his cock working her pussy, his hands pulling and kneading her tits, and his mouth making love to her body, her climax rose higher and higher.

  “I love this,” she said.

  He slowly increased his speed, taking her to the tallest peak. Her breaths turned rapid as a torrent of electric pulses spread through her body. He pounded into her, compressing her nipples and nearly biting her neck. Blood rushed through her at warp speed until his final plunge sent her over the end. His cock seemed to double in size, and his hot cum filled her.

  Their breaths matched in perfect rhythm. He held her for a long time.

  “Wow.” Not very eloquent, but it was the only word she could come up with.

  His head dropped to her back. “Yeah, that.”

  When the overwhelming event settled in their brains, he pulled out, and she gave in to her weak knees.

  “Hold that thought.”

  How Drake had the energy to go into the bathroom and return, she didn’t know. In a flash, her hands were free, and a warm, wet cloth was between her legs, cleaning her.

  “I think we need to go dancing more often.”

  Chapter Eight

  Since Christmas break, she was convinced the kids had emptied their brains of all the knowledge she’d taught them the month before. Drake was prepping for another murder trial, and Kurt was in Great Falls more than he was in Pleasure. She tried not to get too down and concentrated on preparing her lesson plans.

  The January days were speckled with
a few bright days, but there were far too many winter storms for her. She couldn’t wait until springtime.

  Charley was waiting in her room after school most days until their neighbor came and picked him up. Poor kid. She swore Anna and Bill Studer had more quality time with him than Drake or Kurt.

  Someone knocked and she looked up.

  “Kurt!” She stood and smiled.

  She wanted to run into his arms. Even though Charley must have guessed she was seeing his dad and uncle, he never let on, and she didn’t want to intrude in their lives. Drake never implied he wanted anything long-term, and Kurt would probably move in the next month or so.

  Kurt wrapped an arm around Charley’s shoulder. “Got everything?”

  “Yup.”

  “He has some reading to do and a few pages of math left to finish.”

  Kurt looked down at Charley. “Car’s out front. I’ll be out in a minute. I want to talk to Ms. Jones.”

  “Okay.” He trotted off.

  When the door closed, Kurt was on her in a flash. His lips were warm and delicious. “I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses.

  She melted into his chest. “Me, too.”

  Given anyone could have looked into her room, she was grateful when Kurt pulled away. “You know, it’s Drake’s birthday in a week.”

  “He didn’t mention it.” She needed to find something special for him then.

  “I want to give him a picture of you and Charley, or maybe one of the three of us.”

  “What a wonderful idea.”

  He lifted her chin with his finger. “Which means I need you at our house. Can you come tonight? Drake’s sequestered in Bozeman.”

  She could spare a bit of time. “Sure.”

  “I’ll order pizza. It’s Charley’s favorite. Then we’ll do the shoot.”

  “What do you want me to wear?”

  “Nothing?”

  She swatted his arm. “Seriously.”

  He pressed his lips together and tilted his head as if he were some great master envisioning the shot. “Bring a variety of things.”

  “You’re no help.”

  “Come at six.” He gave her a quick kiss and disappeared.

  She finished grading the rest of her papers, packed up her gear, and left. If she wanted to look her best, she’d need time to get ready.

  At a few minutes past six, she rang the bell.

  Charley answered. “Hi, Ms. Jones.”

  “Hi, Charley.”

  She stepped in the warm house that smelled of a rich mixture of pizza and something else she couldn’t identify. Olive oil perhaps, or it could be the fresh roses on the table. She wondered where he’d bought those.

  Kurt came out of the kitchen in his chef’s apron. She didn’t know pizza delivery needed much preparation, but she didn’t say a word.

  “I thought we’d eat then shoot.”

  “Works for me.”

  Kurt had prepared a homemade pizza and a large garden salad. He served the meal with a raspberry iced tea. Candles were glowing on the table and he’d dimmed the overhead light. Had Charley not been there, she would have thought this was a dinner made for seduction.

  “Why all the fuss?” She swept a hand over the table.

  “I want you both in a relaxed mood. As soon as people are in front of the camera, they freeze up.”

  She knew she did. Other than maybe professional models, most people hated having their photo taken. For Kurt, she’d go with it.

  Charley told Kurt all about the science project they were working on, but that he hated math.

  Kurt’s brows furrowed. “You know math’s my specialty. I can help.”

  “Yeah, but you just want to do the problems for me.”

  Too often parents were eager for their child to get the right answer instead of guiding them to learn the material.

  Once dinner was over, they all helped clean up. The sense of family overwhelmed her. She missed her parents and sister. Living alone had its drawbacks.

  “I’ve set the studio up in the weight room. It’s a little crowded, but I think it works.”

  They all headed toward the back of the house. The weight room looked more like a full gym. There must have been at least ten pieces of equipment.

  “This is amazing.”

  He patted his stomach. “Gotta keep the body in shape for my woman.”

  I like it when he calls me his woman.

  A thrill pumped through her. She figured once he moved, though, she’d be a distant memory. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”

  “Perfect.” He swept a hand toward the studio in the corner.

  Two sidelights, a backlight, and a big reflector surrounded two chairs. The backdrop was a pretty mountain scene. She took the seat on the left and Charley sat to her right.

  “How about if you have your arm around Charley?”

  He stood next to them and fussed with the arm position, her hair, Charley’s shirt, and a host of other things until he was satisfied. Finally, he took the picture. Charley got up.

  “No, sport. We need a few more shots. This is for a special picture.”

  Charley dropped back down to the chair. For the next half hour, Kurt tried a bunch of different poses. First Charley was sitting with her standing behind him, then she was sitting with Charley next to her. He came up with every combination possible.

  “Can I go do my homework?”

  Wow. He must be tired.

  “Sure, sport. I’ll be in to tuck you in.”

  “Bye, Ms. Jones.”

  Once he was gone, Kurt locked the door. “Now, for the good shots.”

  Uh-oh. “Good shots?”

  “The ones Drake will really like. What did you bring in that bag?”

  She’d been a little naughty just in case Kurt had more provocative shots in mind. She pulled out a low-cut, black top. “How about this?”

  He moved closer. “I was thinking something more in line with being naked.” He unbuttoned her blouse. Once he was done, she pulled off her shirt, not caring if the silk got wrinkled. His eyes mesmerized her. When he dragged his gaze down her body, she got the hint. She kicked off her heels and dragged her skirt over her hips.

  “This better?”

  “How about keeping the heels. Nothing is more enticing than a woman in heels wearing her underwear.”

  She slipped them back on, a little self-conscious she was in a seat with hot lights pouring over her body.

  He dragged one strap off her shoulder. “How about sitting sideways in the chair and hugging your knees?” Kurt returned to the camera. “Just move and pretend you’re making love to me.”

  She didn’t have to stretch her imagination too far. She turned, tilted, lifted, smiled, pouted, and laughed. He clicked away the whole time.

  “I have a better idea.” He pulled her to her feet. “But first, I do want you to realize that if we continue, you’ll cross that invisible line of no return.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I have a slightly different lifestyle than your average man. I wanted to warn you before you go forward.”

  He stroked her arm with one hand and her rear with the other. “Can you be more specific?”

  “I think you know I’d like to come in your ass. I think you’d like it if Drake could fuck your pussy at the same time.” His mouth found the top of her breast and he nibbled softly.

  While all this was foreign to her, she was willing to try. Kurt would be gentle. “Anything else?”

  “I heard you were okay with Drake tying you up. I might go a little farther, but I promise it will always be for your pleasure.” He glanced around. “Let’s just say this gym equipment has multiple uses.” He winked.

  Her mind couldn’t fathom what he liked, but if he believed she’d like it all, she’d try it. “Okay.”

  His grin nearly reached his ears. “You sure?” His teeth scraped her lips.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I’m going to put you way out of y
our comfort zone.”

  “Okay.” She prayed she was doing the right thing.

  “All right then. You’re in for a wonderful ride, my love.”

  His fingers trailed down her shoulder, causing sparks to ignite along her sensitive skin. His mere touch made her pussy swell with arousal. His mouth was a more potent weapon. After he pulled down her bra cup, his teeth latched onto her nipple. The slight bite created a lust so deep she wanted to have his cock inside her right then. She was well aware he’d barely begun, yet already, her panties were wet.

  Kurt must have been a mind reader for his fingers slid between her skin and panties. A finger slowly eased in. “You’re already sopping wet. Bad girl.”

  She liked when he thought she was bad. To get more of a reaction, she pressed her hands on his jean-clad crotch and squeezed. “I see someone else has been thinking dirty thoughts.”

  “You have no idea what I’ve been thinking about.”

  He pulled her toward a large standing rack that had a pulley system installed with weights. “Wait here.”

  In the corner was a chest. He scavenged through it and came back with some kind of straps, along with a box.

  He lifted her hand. “Grab hold of this handle. To keep you from getting tired, I want to strap your hands to it.”

  She appreciated his concern. When he tied the other hand, her arms were spread wide. Since the weights were light, when she relaxed, her body fell forward a bit. “Oh.”

  He patted her butt. “I see you’re beginning to understand the versatility of this gear.”

  He stepped behind her and, with one swift move, pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg to give her more freedom. Using his feet, he nudged her legs wider. She looked down and could see a box by his feet. “What’s in there?”

  “That, darlin’, is a surprise.”

  Without warning he spanked her ass. “Whoa.” She’d forgotten how bad she’d been. But when something man-made slammed against her butt, she drew her rear forward. “What was that?” The sting heightened the pain.

  “It’s a ruler. I thought it appropriate for my schoolmarm.”

  “It hurt.”

  “Just wait. The heat will build up and the erotic pleasure derived will be intense. Your pussy will be begging me for release.”