Chloe's Double Draw [King's Bluff, Wyoming] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fiona Archer

  “Do you want to come, luv?” Noah spoke through clenched teeth.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then come.” Noah answered.

  A wave of exquisite glory engulfed her. The muscles in her bottom gripped the plug with almost savage force. Her cries came wild and loud. Noah’s groan followed close behind, his cock shuddering out his own release.

  She toppled onto the bed, her legs shaking as tremors covered her body. And yet the promise of more, of their total claiming, gave her renewed strength.

  Flynn removed the plug, and using tissues, gently wiped her clean.

  Gathering her breath, she watched as Noah tied off his spent condom and carried it to the bathroom. When he returned, he lifted her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “As usual, little one, you pleased me greatly.”

  Warmth kindled deep in her soul. On impulse, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. His eyes crinkled at the edges, his smile lighting up his face.

  And there went another part of her heart.

  Flynn ripped off the bedcover and threw it into the corner of the room. Noah settled against the pillows and guided her to straddle his thighs.

  “Put this on me.” He handed her a condom.

  With great care, she slid the cover down over the red-tipped hardness of his cock. Temptation proved too great. She ran the back of her fingernails up the underside, tracing the vein. “Just checking the fit, Sir.”

  “I admire your attention to detail.” His mouth quirked. “Now, slide down over me, sweetie. Ahhhh, that’s right.”

  “Mmmm.” Her warm core, love-ready from minutes ago, rippled with awareness.

  “Your pussy’s nice and tight. Flynn isn’t even inside you. Think of how tight you’ll feel when he’s buried deep, touching you in your bottom, making you ours.”

  Filling her, in her forbidden place. She shivered.

  Flynn ran his hand down her back. “Beautiful, luv. If only you could see yourself, spread over Noah.”

  Her breathing sped up. She wanted this despite being vulnerable and powerless. No, because of that she craved it even more.

  “Since this is your first time being fucked in the bottom, Noah and I are giving you permission to speak. When things seem too much, tell us. Don’t hold back, Chloe. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir, I promise.”

  Noah tapped her leg. “Rise up, sweetheart, and lean over me. It will be easier for your Master to enter you this way.”

  Her Master. That sounded…so right. Resting on her knees, she leaned forward, over Noah’s chest.

  “Are you comfortable, Sir?” Would she be too heavy? She wiggled, balancing her weight on her knees and shins.

  His chuckle held that whiskey-rough edge that made her shiver—inside and out. “Yes, luv, I am indeed comfortable. And I’m going to ride you until you’re screaming as you come all over me.”

  Well, okay then. “I just…ahhhh!…wasn’t sure how this worked.” She glared at Noah as he lifted his hips midsentence. “Don’t do that till I’m ready.”

  Noah stilled beneath her, his gaze now glacial.

  She froze. “Sir, I’m s–sorry.”

  His voice ricocheted with controlled power. “Cuff her, Flynn. I want her restrained when we take her.”

  The walls of her pussy clenched around Noah, coating him and wetting the tops of her thighs. Heat flamed over her cheeks, but she refused to lower her chin. What point was there? Noah must have known the moment he’d said the words her body would betray her.

  Firm hands pulled her arms behind her, connected her cuffs.

  Flynn grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back. “If it wasn’t your first time, you’d be gagged, too.” He claimed her mouth, capturing her whimper as Noah’s cock stirred inside her. He angled his mouth, his lips mashing hers. When he’d finished, he pressed her chin to her chest. “Eyes down.”

  The shock of cool lube made her buck. Noah laughed and dragged her down to his chest, his arms encircling her.

  Chloe caught Noah’s nod just before Flynn pushed his cock into her rim. With excruciating gentleness, he pushed an inch then waited, then another inch.

  “Oh, God, it’s so much more than the plug.” She battled against the natural urge to panic.

  “Breathe. Just relax your spine and let yourself accept him.” Noah rubbed her back, his words floating over her. She panted through the bite. The room swirled around her as sensation overtook reality.

  “Fuck, she’s tight, even with all the stretching,” Flynn said.

  Noah’s hardness filled her front. Each short thrust from Flynn stretched her further. Then he was inside her, breaching the tight barrier of her sphincter.

  She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Her lips went numb.

  “I’m in.” Flynn groaned, his body still.

  “How does she feel?” Noah ran his hands over her thighs.

  “Like coming home.” Flynn choked out, his breathing harsh. “Sweetheart, you’re amazing.”

  Their words came from a distance, deep and beyond her reach. If she could just get her breath back…

  “Nice and slow, Flynn.” At Noah’s prompt, Flynn moved inside her.

  Each man timed his strokes, and soon they established a natural rhythm. The overwhelming sense of invasion shifted to a fullness that made her hungry for more.

  Her breathing stronger, she allowed herself to relax into each stroke. Hot tingles covered her skin from scalp to toe. Flynn thrust in, Noah out. A groundswell built, rising with the current, threatening to overflow. And there was nothing she could do to halt its advance.

  Grinding herself against Noah, she used the muscles in her back passage to milk Flynn’s cock, ratcheting up the intensity.

  Flynn’s arms encircled her waist, drawing her up off Noah’s chest, exposing her breasts.

  “Tell us how it feels, sub.” Noah cupped her breasts, his fingers strumming her nipples, still turgid and red from their earlier torture.

  “I’m so…full. Everything is…s–so…Oh, God…intense.”

  “That’s right, sweetheart.” The power in Noah’s voice matched the hunger of his stare. Perspiration shined on his forehead, his breathing harder.

  Their hands were everywhere, dragging through her hair, pinching her nipples, rubbing over her body. Cuffed, she couldn’t latch onto anything, helpless to the rapture threatening to drag her under. She licked her lips and bit down. Blood. She tasted blood. She didn’t care. Harder. She needed it harder.

  Her thigh muscles quivered as she levered herself up, pushing against the firm hands grasping her hips and waist, then jammed herself down on Noah’s cock. She snarled her pleasure.

  Flynn’s dark laugh sizzled over her back. “You want more? Faster? Deeper?” He withdrew to the very tip. Then one hard thrust. He slammed into her, his cock searing a trail along the top of her passage.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Tears wet her face. She threw her head back. “I want everything, Master. Please, please, give me everything.”

  Both men stopped their thrusts, their bodies still.

  “What’s happening? Please, please don’t stop.” She squirmed on top of Noah, unashamedly humping his cock. Was this some evil plan to torture her. Another punishment?

  Noah’s hands imprisoned her hips, cutting off any movement.

  “Who do you belong to, Chloe?” Flynn’s grip was unmerciful. His arms crushed her against him, and his thighs braced hers, locking her in on either side of Noah. Caught in their mantrap.

  “You know I can’t…I can’t…Please, just fuck me. Oh shit!” She cried out as Flynn slapped her clit. Tiny rivers of heat flowed across her pussy, leaving her grasping for more.

  “No. Who do you trust to keep you safe, to love you?” Noah coaxed.

  Don’t say it. Once the words are out…“Hell, that’s not fair.” She wrenched her upper body. It was no use. Flynn’s hold was unbreakable.

  Noah gripped her chin. His gaslight-blue gaze c
aptured hers, not with its power, but its compassion and the love she saw reflected. “Give in, Chloe. This is what you want. Show us you’re not afraid to live.”

  Noah’s softly spoken words set off a depth charger in her soul.

  Did she have that courage? Could she trust in herself enough to give over her control to these warriors? She wanted to, desperately. Wasn’t it time she lived her life, on her terms and not based on her mother’s past?

  “Y–yes.” She gulped. “Yes, I want to live.”

  Noah held her gaze. “Then answer our question. Who do you trust to keep you safe?”

  She caught her breath as his hands moved to her breasts. “You, Sir. You and Master Flynn.”

  Brightness flared in his eyes. Capturing her nipples between his thumb and finger, he rolled them, increasing the pressure until she panted out her breaths. “That’s right. Let’s be clear, Chloe, when it comes to your welfare, in and out of bed, who are your Masters?”

  There was no going back now. “The same, Sir. You and Master Flynn.”

  “Good girl.” He looked over her shoulder. “Time we rewarded our little sub?”

  “Absolutely.” Flynn pinched her swollen clit.

  She ignited. Lust and ecstasy collided, blinding her in their wake. Hot, charged bursts of release powered through her body. One after another, the pleasure was unending. Her pussy clamped around Noah. Each spear of his cock catapulted her higher. She felt his pulse the same moment his roar filled her ears.

  Her body shook from the overload, caught in a whirlwind that refused to touch land.

  “Sweet fucking Jesus.” At last, Flynn joined them, his body shuddering against her back.

  Slowly, she descended back to earth. Her thighs shook, unable to hold her weight. Strong arms lowered her on top of Noah, her wet cheek rubbing against the sweat on his chest. Her eyes closed. Exhausted, she drifted in an endorphin-induced haze.

  With a soft groan, Flynn eased out of her bottom. She hissed, and her body protested. A tug on her wrists and her arms flopped to her sides. She couldn’t have lifted them if she were drowning.

  Flynn lifted the damp hair sticking to her back and pressed a line of kisses across her shoulders. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “I love you, Chloe.”

  Her pulse kicked up. He’d told her! She was so close to saying the words herself, so close. She raised her head only to spy Flynn’s back as he walked into the bathroom.

  “He knows you’re not ready, luv. Flynn’s the type of bloke who needs to draw a line in the sand, make his declaration. Now he’ll wait for you to catch up.”

  She turned to Noah, his gaze gentle as his hand stroked her hair.

  “I want to say the words, Noah, but—”

  “Ssshh, they’ll come.” He ran the back of his knuckles over her cheek.

  A confident statement, for sure, but not cocky. Noah had such faith in their bonding as a trio. Flynn had made his stand. So now that left her to…what, take stock, push herself further, retreat? Hell, was that last one even an option?

  She lowered her head back down, Noah’s chest hair tickling her cheek. A weariness that resonated from deep in her soul enveloped her. She’d faced enough for one night. The rest would come later.

  * * * *

  Noah rolled Chloe off his chest, smothering a smile at her tiny growl as his spent cock slipped out of her warmth. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. He ran a hand over her skin, slick from her sweat. Under his touch, she shivered and nuzzled closer. Time to get their girl warm and rested.

  Chloe had given so much of herself tonight. The courage in her face as she’d battled her fears to accept their dominance humbled him beyond any words. All that after ripping open the wound of Hank Young’s death—no, his fucking murder—and rediscovering vital memories that freed her from her past. Cold fury gripped his body, threatening to punch its way out and overtake his control.

  “Shower’s ready,” Flynn called out from the bathroom.

  Noah secured and disposed of his condom. Once he’d removed Chloe’s cuffs, he gathered her into his arms and joined Flynn.

  Inside the bathroom, Flynn was under the spray. He held out his arms, and Noah transferred Chloe to his care. He chuckled at her fierce curse as the water rolled down her limbs. Still with her eyes closed, she mumbled to herself as he and Flynn washed her from head to toe. Noah held her in his arms while Flynn finished his own shower. He then wrapped her in a towel, allowing Noah to clean himself up.

  Together, they settled her in the bed and set the lamp on the nightstand to a dim glow. He stood over her as she scrunched down under the sheets. To the left, the glint of a chain caught his eye. An idea ploughed its way into his head. His lips curved. Ah, yes, time to show their little teacher she was now theirs, mind, body and spirit.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was dark outside when she woke. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a welcoming glow around the room. She puffed out a sigh, rolled onto her back and lifted her arms. What she needed was a good stretch to—

  “What the hell?” Her mouth hung open. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists, joined together by a tiny heart-shaped padlock. A length of chain connected the cuffs to the headboard. It was long enough that she could move around a bit, but she definitely couldn’t leave the bed. “They cuffed me? In my sleep?!”

  She tugged at the cuffs. They hadn’t tied her feet, right? Nope. Kicking her legs under the snuggly bedding, she curled them under her and drew the sheet and blanket up to cover her chest as best she could, her arms clamping the material to her sides.

  Did they plan to keep her like this, cuffed and naked, now that she’d agreed to obey their commands? She croaked out a groan. “I need coffee.”

  She toyed at the cuffs with a finger. The sheepskin-lined leather was heavy—not in a bad way, more a solidness—and a definite proclamation of their control.

  The control of two men. Two. Who loved her. Needed her. Wanted her to live with them. Make our own team. She slowly blew out a breath. Part of it still seemed so unreal. Was it wrong to be nervous? Could she cope with their dominance?

  Heat fired up between her legs. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Great. Just great. Right now, she needed to focus on getting herself un-cuffed, not on fun and games.

  “So our fair maiden has awoken.” Flynn strolled into the room carrying a cup of steaming coffee, judging by its rich aroma, followed by a tail-wagging Digger. Her devoted four-legged admirer jumped up on the bed, came up to her side, circled twice, then dropped into a comfy lump. His body heaved with a contented sigh.

  Flynn dropped a kiss on her parted lips. The steam of java teased her nose. He offered her the mug. “For you, as requested.”

  On reflex, she wrapped her hands around the warm mug. “How did you—You couldn’t have unless…” Oh, no, they wouldn’t, would they? “Do you have this room bugged?”

  Flynn sat on the side of the bed. “Yep.”

  “Dammit, are you spying on me?”

  Steel-gray eyes narrowed sharply. “Never use that tone with me, sub.”

  Power forged his voice and ricocheted through her body all the way to her toes. She shivered.

  “I apologize, Master. It was a shock, waking up like this.” Her tongue snuck out, licked her lips. Master. Saying the title had been as natural as breathing.

  He kept her waiting, his gaze centered on her lips before flicking up to meet hers. “That was the whole point, sub, to remind you that you’re mine and Noah’s. Ours to command, play with, and torment”—his voice dipped low—“especially in the bedroom.” He chuckled as she curled up tighter under the blanket. “On the rare occasion you’re restrained and we aren’t in the room, we can monitor you via a hidden recording device. We have receivers in certain parts of the house and ones we can carry. It’s purely for safety, luv.”

  After taking a few sips of her coffee, she passed him the mug, which he sat on the bedside table.

  “So, will I be c
uffed whenever I’m in the bedroom and we, umm, play?”

  Flynn’s eyes creased at the corners. “Nothing changes from before, sweetie. We haven’t kept you cuffed and chained every moment you were in bed. Restraints don’t have to be physical.” He ran a finger over her shoulder and down the back of her arm. “I could order you to keep your arms by your sides as I play with your pussy and nipples.” He smiled at her moan. “But I’d much prefer to take you into the playroom, strap you to the St. Andrew’s Cross, and flog your pussy until you come from that alone.”

  Lust slammed into her. Her clit throbbed to life as moisture pooled between her legs.

  She gazed down at her cuffs, gave them a little tug, wanting them tighter, craving their restriction. Heat spread across her cheeks. God, what was wrong with her? She’d turned into some kind of bondage junkie. She risked a peek at Flynn.

  He tilted his head to the side. “Hmm. If the pulse beating in your throat is anything to go by, we’ll have to explore that scenario soon.”

  She batted her lashes. “Well, if you insist, Master.”

  “Little devil.” He dived for her, wrapping his arms around her as they tumbled back into a wall of pillows. Digger jumped up, tongue lolling, keen to join in the fun. One big slurpy lick to her cheek and he was in doggy heaven. He burrowed between their bodies. The blanket protected her skin from his claws. He lay on top of her, his mouth open in a doggy grin, proclaiming his victory.

  “Bugger, I can’t even get in a kiss.” Flynn ruffled Digger’s ears then eased him gently off of her chest. He sighed. “Come on, lover boy, let the woman up. She’s got dinner to cook.” Laughing at her snort, he pulled a small key from his jeans pocket and unlocked her cuffs. Once he’d unbuckled the leather, he hoisted her into a sitting position. After stretching out beside her, he gathered her close. The hardness of his arms as he held her tight to his chest was perfect.

  “No regrets from earlier? You dealt with some bloody heavy shit there, sweetheart. We want to make sure you’re not still shell-shocked.”