Siren Unleashed [Texas Sirens 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (35 page)

But Natalie was playing the obedient sub. She folded his slacks and placed them alongside his shirt.

Chase stood beside him, placing a tube of lube on the table next to them. God, his cock jumped at the thought of what they would do with that lube and the medium-sized plug in Chase’s other hand.

Natalie fell to her knees, spreading them wide with perfect grace. The days of retraining seemed to have had the intended effect. She’d fallen back into patterns that used to give her great comfort. Her spine was perfectly straight, but there was a relaxed set to her shoulders that marked her ease with the current situation.

Chase sighed, his pleasure in her shared between them. Ben could so often feel when his brother was brooding, but this new satisfaction was different. It brought about his own. Something deep had settled in his brother, and the connection between them was fluid and easy now. “Beautiful, sweetness. Play with Ben until I get back.”

Thank god. He knew exactly how he wanted to play with his little bit of sugar. He took his cock in hand. “Suck me, baby.”

Her head came up slowly, hands still on her thighs, palms up. “If that is what Sir wants.”

She leaned over and licked the head, the cool metal of the piercing delving slightly into the slit of his cockhead.

Ben groaned, his hand finding her hair. “Fuck, that feels good. Do it again.”

“This?” His little pink-haired vixen licked the head again, this time sucking on him lightly like he was a sweet treat she’d been offered.

“Oh, yeah.” His vision blurred slightly at the feel. She gave the best fucking head of his life. And she really was a tease. Her tongue ran across his dick like a little butterfly, darting here and there, landing only to take off again. Every lash felt like heaven, and then she was off again, back at the head and starting over.

She was going to kill him. Chase was right. The girl needed a firm hand or she would walk all over them.

“Cup my balls, Natalie.”

Her right hand cupped him, rolling the heavy balls in her hand, soft, playful skin surrounding him as she whirled her tongue across the stalk of his cock. He sank his fingers in that satiny hair of hers, tugging lightly.

“More.”

She pulled him into her mouth, sucking him in an inch at a time. Her lips parted, jaw opening to take him deep. She was so small, but he was determined. Gently he fucked in and out, giving her time to breathe, time to adjust.

“That’s a pretty sight.” Chase was back, a washcloth in hand. “I’m going to clean you up a little, sweetness. You take everything Ben has to give you. You swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”

There was something nasty and decadent about his brother cleaning up the evidence of his own possession from their woman’s pussy even as Ben was about to put his mark on her. Natalie was going to be full of them tonight. Full of their cocks, their cum, their love. She was theirs, and they would never let her forget what that meant. It meant they would love her and protect her and take her every way they possibly could.

Chase knelt at her side, the hand holding the washcloth disappearing between her legs. “That’s right, sweetness. Let me get you clean before I dirty you up again. You’re so gorgeous with a cock in your mouth. We can call you the sub all we like, but we know who’s going to call the shots. You have all the power, Natalie. Don’t ever forget it.”

With each word and move of Chase’s hands, Natalie picked up the pace as though what he was saying gave her power. And it did. She grew bolder. This was what Natalie needed. She needed to take back what had been stolen. They could do that for her. They could give her that gift, and it would be nothing compared to the gift she’d given them. Peace. Harmony. Love.

Ben tightened his hands, forcing his cock further in, the tingle of orgasm starting to take over as a shiver at the base of his spine. But he held off, taking up his brother’s words. “You’re our everything, baby. This is fucking precious to us. We need you and not because we need some woman to kiss our feet. We need Natalie Buchanan to love us. Oh, god, take me. Take all of me.”

He started to come, semen bursting from his body, jetting out in a long, pleasurable wave. He dragged air into his lungs as Natalie swallowed down everything his body had given her. She didn’t stop there. She gently licked his cock as though she couldn’t stand to miss a drop, cleaning him in the sweetest way possible.

“I will never get used to the way your minds work. I swear sometimes you can read each other’s thoughts. It’s a little scary for a girl,” Natalie said, sitting back on her heels. There was a look of deep satisfaction in her eyes. Even as she licked her lips, Ben felt his cock jerk a little.

Damn, he would never stop wanting her. He stroked her hair, his heart rate just beginning to slow down. Chase glanced up at him, a silent statement that it was his turn again.

“See, like that. You two just agreed to something, didn’t you?” Natalie asked, looking back and forth between them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ben replied. He nodded his brother’s way. They needed a few secrets.

Ben walked over to the bed and let his body relax. He had a feeling his brother was about to put on one hell of a show.

Chase put the warm cloth aside, his mind on the play to come. He wasn’t satisfied with one paltry fuck. He wanted to play all night long now that he was sure she was theirs. He’d already decided to buy the unit next to theirs at The Club and convert the whole thing into a lavish playroom. He would buy all new toys, selected with her in mind. He’d been careful over the last several days, figuring out what she liked and what didn’t work. She preferred thudding impact play. Her skin was too soft for a strap. Even if she’d liked it, he wasn’t sure he could stand to put a mark on her like that.

Ropes were a different matter altogether, and he intended to push those boundaries tonight.

Nat turned her eyes up to Chase. Her voice was a throaty growl. “Does Sir want me to pleasure him as well?”

Chase gave her a growl of his own. “You were hell on wheels before, weren’t you, sweetness? You’re going to be a pain in my ass. You’re going to manipulate me in every way possible, aren’t you?”

“I grew up around lifestylers. I know all the tricks.”

Chase groaned and pressed his lips to hers, a swift intimacy. “We’re in trouble. And you can pleasure me another way, sweetness. On the spanking bench. Ass in the air.”

She grinned up at him. “There’s no other place for my ass to be on the spanking bench.”

“That’s five for brattery.” He would need to come up with a new list of words because he rather thought Natalie would take smart-ass to a whole new level when she got comfortable subbing again.

“Yes, Sir.” She turned, no anxiety in her movements this time. She was comfortable, happy even with her nudity. It was a good thing since he intended to keep her naked as often as possible.

She draped herself over the apparatus, placing her forearms on the handles and her torso over the bench. It had been cleverly designed so a woman’s breasts dangled over the sides. The better to play with them…

Thank god Jack Barnes had an inventive mind. She brought her knees up, and when they were in the proper position, her gorgeous ass was on full display.

“You are my fucking wet dream, sweetness.”

“You have some odd dreams, Chase,” she shot back, wiggling her ass a little.

“God, Nat, you have no idea,” his brother grumbled.

Yeah, having two sarcastic voices to torment was going to be tons of fun. At least he could do something about Natalie. He landed a firm hand right on the fleshy part of her ass. He loved the way she gasped and shook, the way her fair skin pinkened up beautifully.

“Watch it, brat.” He got to one knee beside her, placing a hand on her back, smoothing the skin there. This was the hard part, but it didn’t have to happen today. He wanted this, but he could wait. He would wait forever if he had to. “Sweetness, will you let me tie you down?”

He felt her jump slightly. If he hadn’t had a hand on her, he wouldn’t have noticed. Her fingers curled around the ends of the bars, and there was a tightness to her eyes.

“I’m scared of that, Chase.”

He kissed her ear. “I know. Did you like it before?”

“I loved it. I volunteered to let the guys train on me when they were taking their ropes courses. I found it soothing, but I can’t hold some positions now because I have nerve damage.”

Her voice was rising, panicking. He rubbed his hand down her back, his voice as soothing as he could get it. “I would never hurt you. Hush, now. We don’t have to.”

“But you want it.”

“I want you more, sweetness. If I never pick up another rope again, I’ll be okay. Do you understand?”

“But you want it badly, don’t you, Chase?”

He sighed. How did he make her understand? “I find it calming. I find it thrilling. I studied Shibari for years. I like to tie submissives up even when I’m not planning on having sex with them. It’s art for me. It’s also trust, but it’s all right, Natalie. I need you happy more. Just know that I’ll dream about tying you up every night. I’ll wrap you in the most elaborate knots. I’ll spend hours worshipping your body with my ropes. But I’ll keep it there. I just want you to understand I won’t ever touch another woman.”

“When did you become the great communicator?” She sniffled a little.

“I, uhm, don’t have a reply to that. Was that sarcasm?” He did have a reply to sarcasm. It involved a nasty paddle and the curve of her ass.

“Tie me down, Sir Dawson. Make it pretty. Just my arms and legs, okay? And you have a knife?”

No Shibari master would tie up a sub without having a handy knife around in case he had to get her out fast. Rope was expensive, but a Master worth anything would lose the rope in a heartbeat to spare a shaky sub. “I do. Are you sure? I want to do some nasty things to you before Ben and I get down to business.”

“I’m going to be sore in the morning. I expect aftercare, and it might have to run all day tomorrow.”

“I promise you the princess treatment. How will you take care of her, Ben?”

“Breakfast in bed to start,” Ben replied, satisfaction in his voice.

Yes, Chase intended to make a meal out of her every morning. “And we’ll bathe you and wash your hair and make sure you’re dry and warm afterward.”

“There will likely be a lot of rubbing involved,” Ben added.

Chase pulled a length of rope from his bag. Silk. The best for her. “I intend to rub myself all over you at every given opportunity.”

She snorted. “Nice heads-up, babe.”

He fucking loved it when she called him babe in that no-nonsense voice of hers. He showed her the rope, holding it out for her inspection. “This is only meant to bring you pleasure, sweetness, to hold you down so I can take you to the edge again and again. If it doesn’t make you feel safe, even for a second, I’ll cut it off and we don’t have to try again.”

Her hand came up, briefly touching his face. “I think I can handle it, Sir. It’s not the rope that makes me feel safe.”

He breathed that in. He’d always been the scary one, the hard one, but he’d just been waiting for her so he could be soft. And he realized why. She made him feel safe, too. They’d fought and she’d come back. She hadn’t left, hadn’t fled with some other guy, hadn’t asked him why he couldn’t be more like Ben. She wanted him for who he was.

He kissed her cheek, a tenderness he’d never known before sweeping across him. “I love you, sweetness.”

Her hands relaxed, the fingertips lying gently across the plush leather of the bench. Her whole body sank into it as though signaling she was ready for whatever he could give her. “I love you, Sir Dawson. Let’s see what happens. I used to love this.”

He pulled the first length of rope, looping it into a loose knot which he slipped over the handles and her forearm. He took a deep breath. This was his art, his outlet. Gently, but with a firm hand, he looped and knotted the soft rope, forming a sleeve to bind her from below her elbow to above her wrist.

“It’s pretty.” Natalie watched him, her breath even. “You’re very good at this, Sir. It’s comfortable.”

“I like suspension play. I’d love to weave a harness around you. I like the patterns it leaves on the skin.” He moved to her other arm.

She gently turned her head, following him. Ben moved to her legs, starting the bindings there. “I’ve never been suspended. I never trusted anyone enough. I think one of you will have to be waiting to catch me if I fall.”

He could see the image amused her, but it was serious to him. “Always. We’ll always catch you. Benjamin, make sure not to bind the joint.”

“I know what I’m doing. I took the same class as you.”

“You flirted with the training sub the whole time.” His brother’s demeanor was going to have to change. “And we’re about to have a wife, so we should talk about your lamentable habit of hitting on everything with breasts.”

Nat laughed a little. “Yeah, Dawson. You’re going to have to join team fidelity.”

Ben finished his knots and stroked the round globes of her ass, light affectionate caresses. “Not a problem, baby. I find myself only hungry for sugar these days. I think you can keep me sated. It’s going to be fun, though, watching my brother turn into a complete prig.”