Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“Remember, babe,” he said, holding her close as he helped her walk across the room in her leg restraints. “If it gets to be too much, call a halt and I’ll stop immediately. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“Nothing you do to me will ever hurt.” She lifted a hand and ran it down the curve of his face, the gesture assured and profoundly sensual. “All you ever do is make me horny as hell.”

Adam and Beck laughed.

“I do admire honesty in a woman,” Beck said.

Troy kissed her shoulder and ran a hand across her backside, satisfied that she knew what she was getting into and was willing to play. The day had yet to dawn when he’d force a woman do anything that made her uncomfortable—especially this woman.

Once they reached the opposite wall, Troy fastened cuffs to her wrists.

“Reach your arms up, babe. They’re gonna be attached to that hook up there, which will pull them back and up over your shoulders. That could be uncomfortable, but these are suspension cuffs, and you can hold that bar right there.”

She mangled her lower lip between her teeth as she considered his proposition. “That’s cool,” she said without hesitation.

“Her flexibility is giving me all sorts of ideas,” Beck remarked.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Everything gives you ideas.”

“You have to admit, though, she’s one hell of an athlete.”

“Okay, if you’re sure, let’s do it.” Troy hooked her arms above her. “All right?”

“Fine.”

“Now bend forward and open your legs. The chain from the collar gets attached to the chain separating the leg restraints so your cute ass it bent up for me and I can fuck it standing behind you.”

“Oh!”

He caressed her buttocks with one hand. “Yeah, oh.”

All three of the guys sucked in deep, appreciative breaths at the sight of her. Troy had never found anyone who could do this without experiencing extreme discomfort and had always called a halt before it got underway. Porcha appeared to love it, and it was obvious from the way she wiggled her ass at him that she felt only excitement. He walked up behind her and slapped her backside, at the same time removing the butt plug. It slid out, accompanied by a stream of her juices that soaked the floor.

“Naughty, naughty!” Troy reached forward to smack her cunt, at the same time running his rigid cock down the crease in her butt. “What do you feel, babe?”

“Your massive cock, master.” She sighed. “Am I allowed to tell you that I love your cock, especially when it’s as big as it is right now?”

“You’re a greedy little madam who can’t get enough pricks inside you.” He leaned over her back, squinting at her face, anxious to ensure that she wasn’t in pain. Her expression
was
pained, but Troy reckoned that was more a case of anticipation than any actual discomfort. With her torso pulled backward, the nipple clamps must have tightened even more. He pushed the straps from her shoulders and revealed her breasts, the nipples red and angry from the clamps. He ran his tongue over one of them and received a soft moan for his trouble. “Like that?”

“God yes!”

“Not too tight?”

“Stop worrying.”

“You really do like our cocks, isn’t that right, Porcha?” he said softly, continuing to rub his against her ass. “You’d have the three of us fucking you all day and all night, given half the chance.”

“Yes, master.” She sobbed the words. “I can’t think about anything else when you guys are near me.”

“Glad we got that one sorted,” Beck said, fisting his erection like he meant business.

Troy grabbed Porcha round the waist and pulled her toward him, stretching her arms a little in the opposite direction.

“This is an exercise in discipline,” he whispered. “Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go for balance, and then you have to stand absolutely still and let me fuck you. If you move you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Absolutely still?”

“Completely still. Don’t move a muscle.” He ran a possessive hand over her thigh. “You ready to do this, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell me what you want me to do to you. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to fuck me whilst I stay chained up and don’t move a muscle.”

Troy brushed his lips down the length of her neck. “Think you can do that?”

“Yes, just don’t make me wait too long for it.”

Troy chuckled. “Wouldn’t think of it.”

He rubbed his slick cock around her anus and slid into her. They both moaned as it went deep, meeting no resistance. He sensed Porcha’s muscles bunching, as though she was about to move. He reached one hand round her front and tapped her pussy again, harder this time.

“Keep absolutely still. Let me do the work.”

Troy started to move inside her, one hand still holding her firmly by the waist, the other playing with a clamped nipple.

“Look up, Porcha. Look at yourself in the mirror. It’s just about the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve got that right,” Adam agreed. He and Beck were now both playing with their erections.

Porcha lifted her eyes and gasped. She’d obviously forgotten about the large mirror on the wall opposite. Either that or she’d been too excited to even notice it. He wondered if she saw herself as the rest of them did. There was something about a woman in restraints, her arms pulled backward behind her head, pushing her large tits even farther in front of her that absolutely did it for Troy. He sank deeper into her, increasing the speed and ferocity of his thrusts.

“Stop it!”

He could sense from her increasingly frantic moans that she was close to orgasm. He wanted her to come. He wanted to hear her scream his name and beg to be fucked harder. The best way to make that happen was to forbid it. Sure enough, words spilled from her lips, and she only just managed to remain still, pushing her butt just a little toward him each time he rammed into her.

“Troy, I can’t…I—geez.” She tossed her head to one side and screamed. “I can’t hold it. Fuck me, Troy! Give it to me hard.”

Murmurs from the other two told Troy that they were having a hard time just watching. Troy stayed with Porcha as she spasmed against him, only just stopping himself from shooting his load. When she finally stopped trembling, he picked up the pace again and slammed into her, his balls slapping against her backside as he let himself go.

“Here it is, Porcha. You’re making me crazy. Let’s come together, babe. Come on, do you feel me?”

“Yes, I feel it. I’m coming again. God, I love this position! I love feeling helpless. At your complete mercy. Fuck me again, Troy. Make me yours.”

“I’m fucking you as hard as I can, baby.”

Troy yelled with triumph as he shot an endless stream of his sperm into Porcha’s backside. The noise he made was trumped by Porcha’s screams as she came a second time, moving as much as she dared against the chains that kept her head bent forward but her arms stretched back. If it hurt, she didn’t seem to either know or care.

As soon as they were both spent, Troy released her and massaged her upper arms, taking off the handcuffs and nipple clamps.

“Aw!”

“You’ve had enough of those for now.” Troy laughed as he trailed kisses down her shoulder and onto a liberated nipple. “I was going to ask if you’re okay, but I think you just answered my question.” He shook his head, making no effort to conceal the admiration he felt for her. “You were absolutely amazing.”

“If felt fabulous.” She smiled radiantly. “My arms ache a bit, but I’m not hurt, and you were right, it’s a great way to exercise restraint.” Porcha nibbled playfully at her lower lip. “As you know by now, I’m not big on restraint. Can we do it again?”

All three men roared with laughter, and they shook their heads in admiration.

“Adam decides on the next game,” Troy said, releasing her leg restraints and leading her back to the bed.

“May I visit the bathroom?”

Troy smiled at her. “Take all the time you need, babe.”

Porcha took him at his word. Once she’d wiped herself clean she perched on the edge of the tub and thought about what she’d just done. She was no novice when it came to sex games—how could she be after a three-year marriage to Sal?—but these guys took playtime to a whole new level. Not that she was complaining. Troy’s strappy thing was a blast, but she was far from done. She wanted more from all three of them. A whole lot more. What would Adam’s preference be? She tilted her head as she thought about it, but nothing obvious sprang to mind.

“Adam’s ready for you,” Beck said, poking his head round the door. “Don’t keep him waiting.”

“I’ll be right there.”

When she walked back to the loft, she discovered that the bed had been covered with a waterproof sheet. Interesting. She was obviously going to get wet.

“What would you like me to do for you, master?” she asked, stopping directly in front of Adam and adopting a subservient pose.

“There’s a question you don’t hear from a beautiful woman every day,” Beck remarked, chuckling.

Adam took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Lay down right in the middle, arms out to the side.” He fastened them to underbed restraints as soon as she was in place. “I’d prefer them above your head, but I don’t think that’s a good idea, not after the way Troy just make you hold them up for so long.”

“Thank you.”

Adam ran a finger so gently round one of her aureoles that she thought at first she’d imagined the contact. It was almost more erotic than the rough handling she’d received from Troy. Hard and soft, demanding or taunting—Porcha liked both. Her body was certainly reacting to Adam’s soft form of torture with almost embarrassing enthusiasm. Except she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was supposed to be turned-on by what they did to her. They wanted to make her squirm, and there was no reason she could think of to hide her reaction.

She pushed herself into his hand, greedy for more, glanced down, and noticed he was using a feather. It tickled and teased its way down her body, pausing at her pussy but not actually touching it, sending tingles of anticipation spiralling through her entire nervous system. She was surprised by the extent of the desperate need she felt to have Adam inside her so soon after being thoroughly fucked by Troy. The small part of her brain still capable of rational thought wondered why they needed a plastic sheet if this was all he intended to do, but if she asked, Adam might stop using that feather, just to punish her. She wasn’t prepared to take the chance.

Adam replaced the feather with his lips. He started at her mouth, kissing her with tenderness and controlled passion as his tongue tickled playfully at the corners of her mouth. Then he trailed down the column of her neck, pausing at its base and then working up to her ear, lapping at the erogenous zone just beneath it until she squirmed against plastic made slick from her body heat. He didn’t say a word, nor did he issue a single command. Not that he could if he’d wanted to because his mouth was fully occupied with working its way down her body. He’d reached her breasts and sucked a solid nipple into his mouth, holding it there with his teeth. It was the first harsh thing he’d done, and she felt her reaction more fiercely because it was so unexpected.

Finally, one of his hands came into play. He moulded that breast as he continued to feast on the nipple, sinking his fingers into her firm flesh again and again, almost as though he couldn’t quite believe what he’d set in motion. Porcha couldn’t believe it either. Troy was the best endowed of the three, but there really wasn’t much in it. Besides, it wasn’t what a guy had but how he deployed it that made the difference. Troy liked it hard, Beck liked to punish, but Adam enjoyed making her crazy. He managed it this morning without even using his hands and was doing it again now. Thick blond curls fell over her breasts as he bent his head and continued to suckle, bringing Porcha close to orgasm. Again.

Damn it, he’d noticed the way she’d started to squirm and immediately pulled back, tapping her pussy lightly with the flat of his hand.

“Not yet,” he said quietly. “We have to have dessert first.”

“Dessert?” Porcha shook her head. This was no time to think about food.

“I’m the gourmet of the group, don’t forget.” His lips hovered inches above hers, and he spoke so quietly that she barely heard him. “I like to eat in all sorts of different ways, depending on the appetite that most urgently needs satisfying.”

“And what appetite would that be, master?”

“You’ll see.”

He reached across to the floor and picked up a bowl, scooped a finger inside, and held it against her lips. Instinctively, she lapped. It was thick, sugary double cream. How did he know that she loved cream? He didn’t, but she figured it had to be a safe bet. Everyone liked cream, didn’t they?

“Gorgeous,” she said, running her tongue over her lips to make sure she hadn’t left any behind.

“Try this.”

Adam dipped a finger in another bowl and held it out to her. Rich, dark chocolate sauce.

“Delicious.”

“My own recipe.”

“To what use do you put your own recipes in the bedroom, master?”