Taming Avery_A MFM Menage Romance

by Tara Crescent

  A fresh surge of wetness greets that remark. I groan under my breath, and Kai chuckles softly. “Avery, you are going to be the death of us.”

  “You’re so keyed up, aren’t you?” I murmur. “It wouldn’t be fair to leave you hanging.” I push a finger into her pussy, and her muscles clench around me. She’s so responsive. I sink another finger into her. The angle is awkward, and I can’t thrust into her. I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, and she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out, at the same time trying to close her legs.

  “Bad girl.” My voice is low and stern. Somebody inside the diner has put some money into the jukebox. The air fills with the sound of Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven. The couple on the patio look disgusted at the song selection. They get to their feet and leave, the man tossing some money as he walks out.

  “All alone now.” Not quite. The waitress still hasn’t brought us our food. She’s going to be out any minute now, and I want Avery flushed and satiated before our burgers show up.

  God, she’s tight. Her pussy stretches around my fingers, and she whimpers, sweet and soft, like a precious little kitten. I increase the pressure on her clitoris, and she breaks, biting her lip and shaking as she comes.

  Just in time. The waitress opens the door to the back patio just as I pull my fingers free. Avery adjusts her skirt discreetly, and I hold her gaze in mine as I lick her juices off my fingers.

  Fuck. I can’t wait for tonight.

  We get to the club shortly after four and check in. Henri, Xavier’s super-capable concierge, has put us in rooms right next to each other. “I didn’t expect to get my own room,” Avery remarks, looking puzzled.

  “Yeah.” I clear my throat. I feel like a dick about my ‘I own you for fourteen weeks’ proclamation. “I wasn’t sure if you would need some space.”

  Her expression softens. “I don’t,” she says, brushing a kiss across my lips. “But it’s a nice thought. So, what do we do until the club opens?”

  “I’m going to take a nap,” Kai announces. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. Avery, you want to cuddle next to me?”

  She chuckles. “If we cuddle,” she says wryly, “you won’t get much of a nap. If it’s okay with the two of you, I’d like to take a shower and explore the grounds. Maddox, what about you?”

  That sense of unease comes rushing back. “I need to make some phone calls,” I reply. “Why don’t I do that, and then catch up with you downstairs?”

  “Okay.”

  The one thing that Avery didn’t bring up today was the reason she needed five hundred thousand dollars.

  I’m not going to ask her. God knows I’ve fucked up enough by setting up that stupid deal. Especially now that it turns out that her ex-husband had basically bought her, it makes me feel even more like a complete, total, asswipe.

  I trust Avery. I really do. But I don’t trust anyone else. Not her parents, and most certainly not Victor Lowell.

  I need information.

  The moment I’m alone in my room, I dial Brody Payne’s number. Brody and his best friend Adrian run a top-flight security company. If there’s anyone that will be able to find what I need, it’s Brody.

  Brody picks up on the second ring. “Maddox, good to hear from you. What part of the world are you calling from?”

  “DC,” I say dryly. “Well, I’m at Club M right now, so I guess the correct answer would be Maryland.”

  “You’re in DC?” He sounds surprised. “Huh. Is this a social call or do you need something?”

  “The latter. Do you guys have any people in England who can do some low-key investigating for me?”

  “London or somewhere else?”

  “London.”

  “Then yes, we do,” he replies. “What do you need?”

  “A complete dossier on Jeremy and Maisie Welch. They own a home in Chelsea. One daughter, Avery Welch, who lives in the States. Is that enough for you to find them?”

  “Yup. Why are you investigating your girlfriend’s parents?”

  Should have guessed he’d know. “It’s a long story.”

  “Give me the Cliff Notes version,” he says.

  “They made Avery marry someone ten years ago by telling her they were broke and in debt to the mob. I’ve seen the house in Chelsea, and I’m skeptical. I would like to believe that they weren’t lying to her.”

  “But you still want me to check it out. Got it. Going back ten years is going to be a slight challenge. Give me a week, and I’ll get you what you need.”

  “Thanks, Brody. I appreciate it.”

  Avery’s obviously devoted to her parents. Even if Brody finds something that I can use, I’m not really sure if I would. Her marriage with Victor Lowell is in the past. What use is there opening old wounds?

  Still, for her sake, I desperately hope I’m wrong in my suspicions. From personal experience, I know how bitter it is when your own flesh and blood turns against you.

  26

  Avery

  Kai and Maddox have a cruel streak, because they both flatly refuse to give me permission to masturbate in the shower. “Absolutely not,” Maddox says sternly. “I want you keyed up, aching, pouty and wet for us.”

  “I’m all of those things all the time,” I retort unwisely. “Pretty please? I really need to take the edge off.”

  Kai’s eyes darken, and I remember, rather belatedly, to shut up. “No,” he says firmly. “You don’t. You come when we tell you to, Avery. And if you aren’t careful, you won’t be allowed to orgasm tonight, so I’d think very carefully about what I say next.”

  “Yes Sir,” I say meekly, though I’m plotting revenge at the same time.

  Maddox chuckles. “Go shower,” he says. “You can remove the plug while you shower, but it goes back inside you when you’re done.”

  Argh. They know perfectly well that the plug gets me dripping wet. That something about the forbidden aspect of what I’m doing arouses me like crazy.

  And I’m going to have to wear it all afternoon.

  Kill me now.

  After my shower, I dress in the same red-and-black dress I wore on the way here, and head downstairs, ready to explore. I was too overawed to fully take it in last week, but Club Menage is set in a freaking castle. According to the brochure that was part of the stack of paperwork that Xavier had given me, most of the castle and the other buildings on the vast, sprawling grounds are part of a resort. That just makes me giggle. Rest, recreation, and a paddling.

  I wander around for a while, but there’s no sign of Maddox, and so I make my way to the restaurant at the back of the castle, and take a seat on the patio outside. A waitress shows up to take my order. To my surprise, I see that it’s Kiera, the same woman who’d helped me lace my corset last week.

  “Hello,” she says with a friendly smile. “I’m glad to see you back.”

  “Thank you. You’re not bartending tonight?”

  She nods. “I am,” she says. “They were just short-staffed at the restaurant. Do you want a food menu, or just drinks?”

  “I just want a cup of coffee.” It’s Kai’s fault, I swear. He mentioned a nap, and now I’m sleepy.

  “Sure thing. It’ll be right out.”

  She leaves to fill my order, and I stare blankly into space, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun on my face. It’s the tail end of summer, and soon the weather won’t be nice enough to sit outside. Until then, I intend to soak up as much of it as I can.

  “Hello.” A familiar-looking woman with jet-black hair and sun-kissed olive skin is standing next to me. “Mind if I join you?”

  “Umm, okay.” It takes me a second to realize why she looks familiar. This is the woman who was naked on the center stage last week. Maddox’s lawyer, he’d said. Today, she’s wearing a black tank-top and a flared floral skirt, and looks like a suburban soccer mom.

  I’m suddenly as curious about her as she obviously is about me. She settles down across from me. “I’m Nadya Zacharellis,” she introdu
ces herself.

  “Avery Welch.” I shake her hand. “You’re Maddox’s lawyer.”

  She smiles. “Did he grumble about his bill?”

  “He called you a barracuda. He meant it as a compliment.”

  “Of course it is,” she says calmly. “I’d be a pretty useless lawyer if people thought I was nice.”

  I clear my throat. “I also saw you on the center stage.”

  “And you’re trying to reconcile the two things?” She seems perfectly comfortable talking about it. “I work a high-stress job. I’m responsible for my clients’ cases. If I screw up, millions of dollars are on the line. It builds up.” She smiles widely. “And then I come here and my husband Jonathan beats it out of me.”

  Kiera shows up with my coffee, and greets the lawyer with a smile. “Hey, Nadya. Diet Coke, extra ice?”

  “Please. Jon’s going to be here in fifteen minutes, so could you get him a rum-and-coke too?” She turns to me. “It’s my turn to be nosy,” she says with a friendly smile. “I’ve known Maddox for a very long time. Not in a carnal way,” she adds quickly. “We went to law school together.”

  “Maddox went to law school?”

  She nods. “I don’t think he had any interest in the profession,” she says. “He never took the bar. I think he did it because he thought that’s what his father wanted. Have you been a member long?”

  Ah, nicely done. She’d slipped that question in almost as if it was an afterthought. “Last week was my first time here.”

  “I am being terribly nosy,” she admits. “Jon’s going to be quite annoyed with me.” She doesn’t look particularly worried about that. “You looked a little shocked when you saw me. You’re new?”

  I nod, and her eyes widen. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai or Maddox scene with a beginner.”

  There’s a question there. I should wait for her to ask it, but she seems nice, and I could use a friend who knows the ropes, so to speak. “We used to date once upon a time,” I tell her. We used to date. Hah. As if it’s that simple. “That’s probably why they bent their rules.”

  She gives me a speculative look, and then she winces. “Crap. Jon’s here. I’ve been caught. Ah well. I’ll go take my punishment now.” She fishes a business card out of her purse and gives it to me. “Jon plays at about the same intensity as Kai and Maddox. Call me if you have any questions about the lifestyle or if you just want to chat.”

  I smile at her. “Thank you. I’d really like that.”

  The dress laying on my bed is far too beautiful to be ripped off me. It’s bottle green in color. Straps of fabric artfully drape across my bodice in a stylized version of fetish gear, but instead of leather, the dress is made of the softest silk. The skirt falls to mid-thigh.

  Maddox and Kai have told me that I have ten minutes to dress, so I hustle. There’s no way to wear a bra with this dress, and so I don’t bother. I shimmer out of my basic black briefs into a pair of white lace knickers that I bought for the occasion, and speed through my makeup.

  Maddox and Kai are talking to each other quietly outside my room. When I step out, their eyes heat, and their gazes turn appreciative. “Very nice,” Maddox growls. “It fits you perfectly.”

  “That it does.” Kai crooks two fingers at me, and I walk to him. “Turn around,” he orders. He trails a hand up my ass, and then shakes his head in disapproval. “Were there panties on the bed, Avery?” he asks politely.

  Aargh. Another rookie mistake. “No,” I murmur, my cheeks flaming. “Sorry. If you give me a second, I’ll take them off.”

  “No need.” Maddox flashes me a grin. “We’ve been looking for a pretext to spank you. This will do. Come on, Avery. All day, I’ve had a raging hard-on thinking about what I’m going to do tonight. Let’s go play.”

  We return to the same room we were in last week. “Come sit,” Maddox urges, pulling me down on the bench. “Let’s talk for a second, and go over some ground rules.”

  “Okay.” I perch on the bench, and the butt plug shifts inside me. I bite my lip as my insides clench in need.

  Kai chuckles softly. “Don’t worry, Avery,” he says. “We’ll remove the plug soon.” His smile turns wicked. “And fill it with our cocks.”

  My mouth goes dry. At this rate, I’m not even going to need them to touch me to come. I’m just going to orgasm by the power of suggestion. I’m that keyed up.

  “First things first,” Maddox says. “You’re always in control. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but the moment you safeword, everything stops. It’s there for your protection. We haven’t been playing together for very long, and while Kai and I will do everything in our power to read your reactions and make sure you’re aroused, there’s a chance we’ll get it wrong. There’s no sin in using your safeword, okay, Avery? Use it if you need.”

  I smile at them, my insides warming with their concern.

  “If you can’t speak,” Maddox continues, “Just tap the nearest object three times. That’s the non-verbal signal.”

  “Okay.” I give them a sultry look through my eyelashes. “You mean if your cock is in my mouth? Is that going to happen tonight?”

  Maddox shakes his head, amused. “You’re not in charge, Avery. Let go. You ready?”

  I nod, and then remember to acknowledge their instructions verbally. “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Come here.” Maddox produces a scary-looking knife. “I’m going to cut your dress off,” he says, his voice calm. “Stay still.”

  I think bout protesting that I really like my dress, but given that I’m already getting a spanking for wearing panties, I reconsider. “Okay.”

  He brushes a kiss across my lips. “I love how trusting you are,” he says. “I pull out a knife, and you don’t even flinch.”

  “You’re not going to hurt me,” I say confidently.

  Kai laughs from across the room. I see him look through the options, and he picks a leather paddle. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that in about five minutes.”

  With a swift nick, Maddox tears a gash in the silk bodice. Taking the cut edges in his hands, he rips, and the fabric tears apart. My breathing quickens. Property destruction is hot.

  Maddox holds the blade up again. “Now the panties,” he says. “Once again, stay still.”

  So much for brand new underwear. I won’t be making that mistake twice. “Yes,” I say, resigned.

  He gives me an amused glance. “I’ll buy you a replacement, Avery.” Two cuts at my hips, and the lace falls to the floor.

  I’m fully naked in front of them. I’ve never felt so exposed. So aroused. So achingly wet and ready.

  Kai looks around the room with considering eyes. “Kneel on the bench, ass in the air, shoulders down.”

  My cheeks flushing with heat, I obey. Positioned the way I am, I can’t see either of them move. Then Maddox drags a chair in front of me and sits down, his cock bobbing inches from my face.

  My mouth opens, almost involuntarily. Maddox’s eyes heat at my reaction, but he doesn’t order me to take him in my mouth. Unfortunately. “How many strokes, do you think?” he asks Kai conversationally.

  I feel Kai’s fingers at my ass, tapping the base of the plug lightly with the edge of the paddle, each stroke sending a sharp jolt of lust through me. “Three,” Kai replies. “Do you think she can count them with your dick in her mouth?”

  Maddox laughs. “She can try.” He fists his cock in his hand, and taps his hard length on my cheek. “Come on, Avery. Get your mouth on me.”

  Yes.

  I open wide and take Maddox as deep as I can. Kai swings the paddle without warning, and heat flares on my ass at the spot of contact. I whimper a muffled ‘one’ around Maddox’s cock. That had hurt more than I’d expected.

  “Check in, Avery,” Maddox says, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Was that too hard? Too much?”

  The pain is fading and I want another. “Green. I’m good.”

  Smack. The paddle makes contact with my ass again
, this time catching the plug and pushing it deeper inside me. I clench around it, and barely remember to count.

  Kai strokes my skin, soothing the sting. My pussy is slick with arousal. Maddox’s cock is in my mouth, and I suck it in my mouth.

  “One final stroke. Ready?”

  I make a noise in my throat that might be yes, the sound torn from a deep, primal place inside me, and the paddle swings down in a painfully hard stroke that lurches me forward deeper on Maddox’s cock.

  Kai’s palms are already caressing me, soft and tender. “I want to tease you for hours,” he grinds out. “But if I need to my cock into you right now.”

  “Yes. Please.” Another day, we can have a carefully crafted BDSM scene. Today, I want aching, twisting, uncontrolled lust.

  They lower me onto the floor, and strip out of their clothes, quickly, efficiently. My arousal spikes dangerously. “All day,” Maddox’s voice vibrates in my ear. “I’ve been thinking of you. Of the butt plug lodged in your ass. Of your hot, tight pussy.” His fingers stroke the length of my body, and he tugs at the base of the plug, pulling it out slowly.

  I groan as I feel myself stretch to accommodate it. My entire body tingles, from my fingertips to my toes. “You want this, Avery? Beg for it.”

  “Please,” I whimper, too far gone to be mortified that I’m begging for their cocks. “Please fuck my ass.” I don’t recognize the way I sound. Throaty. Breathless.

  “Good girl.”

  Kai rolls a condom onto his cock, and tosses one to Maddox, who does the same. “Touch your nipples,” Kai orders. “Pinch them for me.”

  “Yes.” I whimper as I pluck my swollen nipples between my fingers, scratching them lightly with my nails. Kai’s eyes rest on me, hot and heavy and hooded. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to move tomorrow,” he growls. “Fuck you so hard you don’t remember anything except my name.”

  Maddox’s fingers spread lube from a conveniently-located bottle all around my asshole. He pushes a finger inside me, and then another. Kai kisses me at the same time, and I moan into his mouth.