Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

Remy gasped as Joss reached out to her, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. She finally came to her senses and realized something big was about to happen, and her whole system rebelled against what she was sure would lead to her embarrassing herself again. She felt how vulnerable she was surrounded by the brothers, and her mind, now working so fast her body could barely keep up, told her to seek shelter in the bathroom. She knew she could lock the door once she made it inside. With that thought firmly in mind, Remy fled like the prey she was.

She made it exactly two steps before Joss caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her back against his chest. Remy went wild in his hold, squirming and kicking to try and escape. She knew she was overreacting, knew she was probably better off trying to laugh off what had happened earlier as a joke, but the thought of doing so made her slightly ill. She couldn’t ignore it or dismiss it, but fuck if she was about to let it happen again. Just as she was about to resort to more violent tactics to secure her freedom, Drake appeared in front of her. He walked toward her leisurely, finishing the scotch in his glass and setting the heavy crystal down on a table. He held her gaze as he removed his jacket, the action somehow ominous as he tossed it over the arm of a sofa.

Remy doubled her efforts to escape, scraping her heel down Joss’s shin and eliciting a curse from him. Rather than releasing her, though, Joss held firm.

“Always knew she’d be a wildcat,” Joss drawled over Remy’s head to his brothers.

“Keep struggling, sweetness,” he whispered into her ear, the moist puff of his breath lashing into Remy’s brain like a drug, sending little tendrils of desire shooting down from her ear straight to her pussy. “The more you fight us, the sweeter it will be to hear you begging us for more.” With his words, Joss hugged her closer, making her struggles even more useless.

That gave Remy pause. That and the fact that Drake had now come to stand directly in front of her. She stilled as she saw the feral look in his eyes, his baby blues turned nearly gray with the lust shining in them. He stepped forward, right up against her, and treated her to a long slow grind of his big chest against her breasts. He bent her head back onto Joss’ shoulder and leaned down to trace a molten path from her collarbone up her neck with his mouth. All the while, his hips pressed and retreated against hers, and it was all she could do not to grind herself into the hard heat pulsing out from the dick tenting the front of his pants. Remy knew now exactly how hot that dick was, and her traitorous body was already creaming to be burned again from the inside out, branded by the hot heat of Drake’s massive cock.

Remy jerked away from the contact, afraid of what would happen if she embraced it. She squirmed backward, trying to back away from the massive erection she could feel pressing into her stomach, but her plan backfired as she stepped directly into Joss. Still pinioning her arms behind her back, Joss took the opportunity to rub his own erection against the curves of her rear. Remy’s eyes popped wide as she felt the curve of his cock seeking purchase where her cheeks split, and the little rotations of his hips had her gasping, sucking in air as she alternately squirmed to try to get a little space between them and stilled as her squirming forced her to feel both erections pressing into her from either side.

Her greedy mind latched onto that one thought, and it had her rotating her hips tentatively as she explored what it felt like to be surrounded by hot, horny male. Both men groaned as she wiggled against them, her little actions setting off a riot in her own body. Each time she squirmed forward to cuddle Drake’s erection in the cradle of her hips, she left her ass feeling lonely for a caress of its own. But when she stuck her ass out so it could feel the wanton slide of Joss’s thick cock across and between her cheeks, her pussy rebelled at not being able to rub against something. The emptiness had her rocking forward to seek the rub of Drake’s oversized package once more. She moaned, frustrated she couldn’t seem to feel both of them at the same time. Before she could think of a way to fix it, the sensual dance she’d been doing between the brothers came to an abrupt halt.

Remy cried out at the loss of Drake’s heat against her front, only to gasp in surprise as he buried his hands in the satiny skirt of her dress and pulled it straight up. At the same time, Joss raised her arms above her head, and Drake tangled her dress around her eyes, the brothers effectively binding and blinding her in one move.

Remy stilled as her body overloaded on a jittery nervousness from being blinded, her deprived sense of sight making way for her sense of touch to be heightened beyond belief. She could feel the whisper of cool air against her breasts and thighs, and the press of hot Joss against her back, the fabric of his tux giving her enough friction for her to rub herself over it and moan while she did. Joss cursed, the sound low and husky, and leaned forward to bite her earlobe as she continued to writhe against him. She cried out at the sharp pinch of his teeth on her sensitive skin, her head rolling unbidden to allow him greater access to her neck. He took immediate advantage, licking his way down to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, punctuating his loving with little bites that left her moaning.

Remy was acutely aware that, while she rubbed herself against Joss, Drake still stood in front of her, keeping her blindfolded with her own dress. She screamed when without warning she felt two of Drake’s big fingers spread the lips of her sex while he fucked a third finger straight into her cunt, his thumb pressing up into her clit.

“So let me get this straight.” Drake spoke in a normal tone of voice, the loud sound breaking the spell weaving its way around Remy and making her flinch. “You proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you like being spanked. Now, I’m seeing with my own eyes that you like being restrained. And this pussy creaming all over my hand is telling me you love being restrained and blindfolded by two men at once. I wonder…” he drawled, his lips mere inches from hers. “I wonder how you’re going to like it with three of us?”

“Think of it, baby.” Joss added his voice to the mix, his deep voice dripping like honey down Remy’s shoulder where he still nibbled. “You can be restrained, spanked, and fucked all at once with us. We’ll pack you so full of cock you won’t be able to breathe without feeling us, and we’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars. Want to give it a shot, babycake?”

“Babycake. I like that.” Drake’s voice washed over her, making her bones feel limp.

Before she could muster enough breath to answer, she felt another body come to stand in front of her beside Drake. Knox. He’d gotten up from the couch where he’d been watching the show, unable to stay in his position as spectator.

A lone finger came out to brush across her nipple, and Remy jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire. A pair of hands— Knox’s hands, Remy realized—came out to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his thumbs stroked deliberately across her pebbled nipples.

“I think…” Knox’s voice was hoarse with need, dark with the lust echoing from his words. “I think we should see what else our babycake likes.”

With that dark promise, Remy’s world spun. She felt her dress go whooshing up over her head at the same time she felt her hands pulled toward Knox where he stood in front of her. With quick movements, he bound her wrists together with his bow tie. He stood holding her bound hands in one of his while the other cupped her cheek, his thumb running over her lips.

“Do you have any idea how hot it made me watching Drake fuck you on that desk?” Knox’s eyes burned down at Remy, his features pulled taut with desire. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you, all spread out for a man’s pleasure. Before the end of the night, I intend to have that pleasure for myself as well.”

Remy looked around the room, wanting to share this moment with all three triplets. She’d never felt so sexy, so desired as she did in this moment, and she knew she’d never be the same afterward. Whatever happened in the morning, she wanted this night with them. Throwing caution to the wind, Remy embraced the lust flowing through her and followed her heart. “I want you.” Her voice was quiet in the sudden stillness of the room. “I want all of you.”

Like her admission had been a battle cry, the triplets roared into action. Tuxedo pants and shirts flew in all directions as the brothers hurried to rid themselves of their clothing, and Remy’s eyes flicked from brother to brother, watching as more and more smoothly-muscled skin was revealed. She felt her eyes round as she looked at their naked forms, feeling her cunt cream as she looked at the three massive cocks, all standing at attention. For her.

Drake sauntered toward her, his arrogance on full display along with his dick. Remy swallowed as he got closer, and she looked at how his cock curved up toward his belly button. She couldn’t believe she’d already taken that monster inside her.

Drake caught her looking and reached down to palm his cock, putting on a show for her. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft, pulling the skin toward the plum-shaped head and pulling it back taut. He repeated the motion three, four times and had Remy licking her lips as she watched his blind eye weep with a drop of fluid she was dying to lick off.

“Not a chance,” Joss growled at Drake, stepping between him and Remy. “You had her pussy already. That luscious mouth is mine.” With that, Joss turned toward Remy and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

* * * *

Spellbound, Joss watched Remy glide towards him. When she reached him, he cupped her face with one hand, his other hand on the curve of her ass, pulling her into his embrace. His mouth met hers, brushing softly at first then becoming more demanding as he sought entrance. He pushed his way past her parted lips to tangle his tongue with hers, stroking his tongue into her mouth and plundering her soft depths. Sweet. Remy kissed exactly the way he’d imagined she would. Lots of tongue. He lost his train of thought as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, the pressure making him wonder what it would be like to feel it on his cock.
Damn. She’s got the best goddamn suck.

“Hey, Joss?” Knox’s question had Joss growling as he tore his lips away from Remy’s. “What’s she taste like?”

“Be more specific.” Joss grinned at his brother. “I’ve tasted both sets of lips today.”

Knox snorted.

“She’s sweet.” Joss went back to kissing Remy, little tastes that had her seeking more. “Her mouth is like cinnamon candies, and her little pussy is like a soft, ripe apricot, all juicy and blushing.”

* * * *

Remy was blushing now, what with Joss’s description of her flavors. She buried her face in the side of his neck as he chuckled.

“Well then…” Drake’s voice sounded just behind Remy. “Stop hogging her. We want a taste, too.”

With that, Remy felt herself spun around, and her bound hands looped around Drake’s neck. She yelped, startled, as he lifted her clear off the ground and settled his hands under her ass to support her. Her legs came up around his waist, and she squeaked as she felt the tiny scrap of her thong torn from her body. She didn’t know which brother was responsible for the destruction of her thong, but the rough action turned her on so much she didn’t care. Her squeak turned into a moan as she felt Drake’s cock burrowing through the outer seam of her pussy to be embraced against her inner lips.

Drake returned her groan with one of his own as he braced his legs and rolled his hips, coating himself in the cream that continued to flow out of her body. He pulled back, gliding his thick dick back and forth, teasing her with how close he was to pressing himself into the hot heaven waiting for him. Remy moaned, frustrated he hadn’t penetrated her yet, waiting for the moment when his mushroom tip would split her cunt wide and the rest of his shaft would follow.

Her eyes flew open with shock when she felt another set of hands on her ass, these ones spreading her cheeks.

“Have you ever been taken here, babycake?” Knox stroked a fingertip over her forbidden hole, the little rosebud clenching frantically to prevent intruders from entering.

Remy buried her face in Drake’s neck, her bound hands clutching into his hair. “No,” she whispered.

“I would love to take you here.” Knox’s tone was deep and dark, like his words. “I would love to show you the pleasure of letting a man ride this sweet ass, of how hard you’ll come with a cock in this tight little hole. Will you let me, sweetheart? Will you let me be the first?”

Remy’s pussy clenched at the dirty, erotic picture Knox’s words painted. She pictured letting him fill her ass with his thick shaft, pictured being at his mercy as he did it. She already felt a nervous arousal with every stroke of his dirty fingertip against her asshole, and she couldn’t imagine how much more it would be amplified when it was his cock instead of his finger stroking against her most forbidden opening.

“Yes.” Remy lifted her head from Drake’s neck, giving her words to him, to Joss where he stood to one side, stroking his cock, and to Knox, whose finger still probed gently at the entrance to her ass. “I’ll let you be the first.”

Knox growled then leaned forward, planting a kiss on the back of her neck. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

When she felt him move away from where she clung still wrapped around Drake, Remy looked to see Knox seating himself on the edge of one of the couches, a bottle of lube in his hand. She watched, mesmerized, as he poured some of the lube into his hand and smoothed it over his cock. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he stroked up and down, spreading the lube from the thick root of his cock to the bulbous tip.

“You guys always travel prepared for this sort of thing?” Remy asked, trying to bring a little levity into the moment to calm her nerves. Her heart was going like crazy, her nervous anticipation of what Knox was going to do to her turning into the most delicious waves of arousal, coursing through her body on their way to her pussy.

Joss walked up behind Drake and removed one of Remy’s stilettos where her ankles were crossed at the small of his back. “A man can always have hope, no?” He tossed the shoe aside and made quick work of the other. “We’ve been traveling with a duffel full of hope for the last year and a half.”