Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“Blow,” he said, his eyes gentler than she’d ever seen them.

Remy sniffed, not wanting Drake to have to blow her nose like a child.

Drake’s eyes hardened. “Blow!” he insisted, pinching the tissue around Remy’s nose until she closed her eyes and blew, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Drake threw away the tissue, coming back with another one. He leaned over Remy, gently wiping the tears away from her eyes. For some reason, that just made Remy cry harder.

When she’d exhausted herself and was reduced to a sniffling, hiccupping mess, Drake patiently cleaned her face again and helped her blow her nose. Remy finally looked up at him and then looked over at Joss and Knox. Both were looking at her with such emotion on their faces that she had to look away. She looked once more at Drake, who had sat down on the edge of the table she was lying on.

“Why did that idea upset you so much?” Drake’s eyes bored into hers, and she knew there would be no more hiding from the truth.

“You know why.” Surrounded by them, reduced to a state of total helplessness, Remy still had trouble saying the words.

Joss came closer, brushing his hand across her hair. “We want to hear you say it.” He smiled, a small lopsided smile filled with affection.

“I love you.” There it was, blurted out before Remy could think. “I love all of you.”

Knox approached, and Remy felt safe and cherished with all three brothers surrounding her.

“We’re crazy about you.” Knox’s admission was gruff, the harshness of his voice belied by the tender look in his eyes. “We’ve been in love with you pretty much since we moved in together.”

Remy was stunned.

She looked from one triplet to the next, seeing the truth written on their faces. They loved her. There was only one thing left she didn’t understand.

“If you love me, why did you want to end things?”

Joss snorted. “You’re a bad eavesdropper, you know. You don’t bother to make sure you hear the whole conversation.”

“We didn’t ever say we wanted to end things with you,” Knox explained. “We wanted to quit this line of work, maybe go into something a little safer. What we said”—he leaned forward, gripping Remy’s chin and forcing her to meet his eyes—“is that we wanted to get out of the game and didn’t know if you’d be willing to come with us.”

“We figured we might have to convince you.” Drake’s voice was low. “We didn’t know if you cared more about the team than you did about us. We know how important your work is to you.”

Remy reeled. Everything she’d worked for, all the things she’d done to get further ahead in her career were forgotten in an instant. What was the good of being the best at what she did if she couldn’t share it with the men she loved?

The absurdity of the situation struck her. Here she was, tied to who-knows-what kind of sex table in the triplets’ playroom, and they were worried about how much she loved her work. Remy started to laugh. Once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop. She giggled and snorted, rolling from side to side and eventually quieting down to little titters.

The triplets were looking at her like she was crazy.

“Um, why is that funny?” Drake looked so bewildered Remy giggled again. It wasn’t an expression she was used to seeing on his handsome face.

“I’m laughing because you have no idea why I’ve worked so hard since I’ve been part of your team.” Remy could feel her whole face lift with joy, her whole being lighter than it had been in weeks.

“I spent so much time in the gym because I was trying to flatten my tits and ass. I didn’t want you to see me as a woman. I didn’t want you to think I was weak.

“I tried to be such a hard ass on the team so you wouldn’t know how attracted I was to you.

“All the times I wore pants were so I wouldn’t leave wet spots when you brushed by me and it made me wet, and so I’d come off like just another dude.”

* * * *

While Remy talked, Knox couldn’t believe his ears. He listened to what she said, sharing the same look of shock with his brothers as they realized how long they’d been trying to figure out what to do about their mutual attraction. His heart swelled as he looked at her.

Well, not only his heart, he amended. Taking in the sight of Remy bound to the table in the playroom did excellent things for his cock. Always at half-mast when in Remy’s presence, Knox was feeling really good about letting it off its leash.

Gone was the need to be careful about introducing her gradually to their kinks. Gone were the fears she’d be disgusted they wanted to share her. Now there was nothing left but the lust churning through his balls. Knox smiled as he withdrew a pair of scissors from a drawer. Remy didn’t even notice as he began cutting her clothing off of her, and Knox paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Nothing had ever looked as good to him as Remy tied naked to the table in his playroom.

Knox amended that last thought. She looked good now, yes, but there was also the matter of Remy’s punishment, and Knox was willing to bet she’d look sexy as hell when they were done with her. He glanced down at the woman he adored, smiling slightly to see that she seemed to be set on “confession” mode. She was still babbling about all the things she did to try and make sure the triplets never noticed she was female, and he glanced at his brothers. They both had bemused expressions on their faces, and Knox waved sharply to get their attention. He raised a single eyebrow, and with that single look, they all knew what to do.

Remy felt fantastic.

For the first time in weeks, she felt light and free. She’d finally admitted to herself and the triplets how she felt about them. She was even excited about the new life that waited for all of them on the other side once they left their current line of work.

Remy savored that thought. She imagined what it would feel like to be able to travel when they wanted to rather than when they had a job to do. She remembered the days she’d spent with the triplets one-on-one in Monaco, allowing herself to fantasize that days like that would happen more frequently. Now it looked like it was going to become a reality!

Remy brought her attention back to her current reality and felt like she’d been plunged into a tub of cold water. She’d forgotten her current predicament, but it came rushing back when she looked around the room and saw Drake, Joss, and Knox standing around the table, looking at her with burning lust in their eyes.

They’d removed their shirts.

That was the first thing Remy could focus on as her eyes devoured them, and she began to wiggle a little bit where she was bound. She was dying to run her hands over their cut chests, taste their flat nipples, and cling to their broad shoulders as they took her to heaven.

The second thing Remy could focus on was what each brother held. Knox was slapping what looked like a leather paddle against one of his palms, and her eyes zeroed in on the sight as her ears took in the sharp thwack it made each time Knox brought the paddle down. Remy felt her eyes get big as she looked up from the paddle to Knox’s face. He was grinning at her evilly, his eyes shining with a deadly combination of mirth and lust.

“You’re not going to hit me with that, are you?” Remy’s voice came out more timid than she would have liked, and she swallowed around the breathiness she heard. Part of her hoped Knox would say no, since that paddle looked like it was going to sting, but a bigger part of her hoped the answer was yes. She couldn’t quite bring herself to voice her desires aloud, but she trusted Knox would be able to read her.

“I most certainly am.” His voice was low and gravelly, making goose bumps appear on Remy’s skin. “Although I take offense to the word ‘hit.’ What I’m going to do is spank your sweet ass with this paddle.”

Remy drew a shuddering breath, allowing her gaze to dart over to Joss. He was holding a soft-looking rope in his hands, along with a long feather that ruffled each time he moved.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Joss leered at Remy, his handsome face split wide by the wicked grin. “I’ll take over once Knox has had his fun.”

Remy struggled to see if he was holding anything else but couldn’t move enough to be able to. She gave up, directing her gaze to Drake. She felt her nervousness and her arousal start to soar as she looked at the mess of thin chains in his hands.

“I’ll finish up.” Drake’s burning eyes bored into Remy’s as he shifted the chains he held, clinking them against one another and setting off a fresh round of goose bumps.

“F–f–f–finish what up?” Remy was really nervous now. These men—her men—were serious perverts, and as excited as she was they wanted to play with her, she was honest enough to admit she was scared shitless. She’d never been trained, didn’t know how to play their games, and was sure they’d have certain expectations.

Before she could stop herself, she was admitting her thoughts to the Grantham triplets.

“I don’t know how to do this.” Remy gnawed her bottom lip. Her statement seemed to give the triplets pause.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to do this?” Knox trailed the paddle over Remy’s shoulder, causing a delicious shudder to run right from where he stroked to her already dripping pussy.

“You don’t know how to enjoy a little bite of pain? You’ve already proven you enjoy it quite a bit.” That came from Drake, still shifting the chains around in his hands.

“It’s not that. It’s just...” She didn’t seem to have the words to explain.

“What, baby?” Joss ran the long feather teasingly across her stomach, causing her to writhe since she couldn’t relieve the tickle with her hands tied above her head.

“I don’t know how to submit!” Remy blurted, her cheeks flaming.

All three brothers laughed softly, although Joss was the first to shake his head with a chuckle and sit on the table beside where she was tied. He reached out again with the feather, trailing it lightly over her sensitive thighs and causing her to move restlessly as she tried to rub them together to relieve the tickle.

“Sure you do.” Joss’ eyes were on the feather as he spoke. “You’ve been submitting to us in a million ways since we moved in together. You submit to us on the job. Now we’re moving the submission to the bedroom. And anywhere else we happen to fancy.” Joss leered.

Knox stroked a hand over Remy’s hair, forcing her eyes away from Joss.

“There are a few things you don’t know how to do. That is true.” Knox tugged Remy’s hair gently as she closed her eyes to try and escape his statement. She didn’t like feeling like an amateur.

“For example,” Knox drawled, “you don’t know how to be tortured. But don’t worry, we’ll teach you that.” Knox leaned closer, his next words a puff of hot air against Remy’s ear. “And you don’t know how to beg. But I have a feeling you’ll be a natural at that, and we’ll certainly give you lots of inspiration.”

Remy felt a hand slide between her legs, and she gasped as her eyes flew to Drake. He was standing beside the table, leisurely running two thick fingers through her soaking folds and gazing down at her spread pussy.

“We like that you’ve never been trained.” Drake didn’t look at Remy as he spoke, content to watch as his fingers became coated with her cream. “That means we’ll be the ones to train you, and everything you learn will be from us. We’ll be your true Masters, pet.” He pulled his sticky fingers out of her cunt, lifting one to his mouth and sucking her cream off of it. He moved up the table to where Remy watched, spellbound, and offered her the other finger. She licked at it tentatively, and all three brothers groaned as they watched her small pink tongue lapping her own juices from Drake’s finger. She sucked Drake’s finger right into her mouth. With a curse, Drake jerked his finger out of her mouth and backed up a step.

Remy was panting, the sound sexy as hell even to her own ears. Remy didn’t think she had ever experienced being so aroused, and she certainly wouldn’t have expected to get so turned on by licking the cream from her own pussy off someone else’s fingers. Remy watched Drake’s eyes glued to her tongue as she licked the remainder of her pussy cream from her lips, and in that moment she consciously gave up all control so the session could begin. Her last thought was that while she might trust them, she was still nervous as hell.

Knox could barely contain his excitement. This was really going to happen. No, he corrected, it was already happening. He drew a deep breath and grounded himself. Remy would need every skill he had as a Dom, and he wasn’t about to let her down, even though his cock throbbed forcefully inside his jeans and he thought it might explode at any given moment. He savored the sight of the woman he loved tied to the table in front of him, and then he moved.

Knox deftly untied Remy’s feet with nimble fingers, flipping her over and forcing her up onto her knees before she knew what was happening. He reached under the table and drew out a leather strap on each side, which he used to bind her knees as far apart as they could be spread. He stood back to survey his handiwork.

Remy’s hands were still bound to the top of the table, forcing her head right down as she rested on her cheek. Her ass was high in the air, and as Knox circled her to take in her beauty from all angles, he could hear her soft pants and ragged breaths. He paused a moment directly behind her and reached out a single finger to stroke through the exposed cleft of her cunt, juicy and pink with her desire.

Remy jerked violently at the soft contact, and Knox smiled, knowing how much she was going to love what they did to her. Well, he amended, she’d love what they did to her once all of them had punished her and they had gotten to the good part.

Remy’s breathing had picked up, and Knox decided it was time to begin.

* * * *

Remy forced herself to breathe. She really thought she was in danger of passing out, although she didn’t think she’d ever heard of someone passing out from extreme sexual arousal before. She was conscious that the room was silent, and in her new position, she could barely move enough to see what was happening around her. She was aware her legs were spread obscenely wide, giving anyone behind her a perfect view of her pussy, which even she could feel dripping.