Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

She went downstairs to find them. They were waiting by the front desk, and when they spotted her coming off the elevator, they broke into twin smiles of delight and relief. As she walked toward them, her heart skipped a beat, and this time she didn’t let the electrified charge to the air freak her out. She welcomed the feeling of giving in and letting go.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you,” said Emmett. “Is your headache better?”

A quick flash of guilt washed over her. “All gone. Thank you for the flowers. Where did you find so many roses in January?”

Zach winked. “We have our sources.” He held out a hand. “We want to show you something while we eat.”

They led her to the library where she’d found the scrapbook. “Before I move all these to a safer place, we thought you’d like to look through the remainder of them with us,” said Emmett.

Abigail looked into Emmett’s eyes. “How thoughtful. Thank you.”

“We suspected you might still have unanswered questions about this place, about us, and we thought this would be a fun way to set your mind at ease.”

“You know me so well already.”

Zach put his arm around her shoulder. “You’re a woman who likes to think things through, Abigail. You’re used to analyzing everything and looking for the pieces in a puzzle. We want to help you do that.”

“Why? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so blunt. What I meant was, why is it important to you that I leave here with all my questions answered?”

A quick shadow passed over Zach’s face, and Abigail immediately wished she hadn’t asked the question. “We don’t want you to leave with anything except wonderful memories.”

“You’ve already ensured I’ll be doing that, Zach. Both of you have.”

Zach smiled and almost blushed. He pointed toward the table in the center of the room. “Are you hungry?”

They’d set up a table with food and coffee. Abigail sat in the chair Zach pulled over for her and began to eat. She’d barely had anything last night for dinner and was starving. After they ate, Zach left the room briefly to find someone to clear their plates and the rest of the food.

Abigail turned toward Emmett. “I was afraid you’d be upset with me about yesterday. I overreacted. I’m sorry.”

Emmett shook his head before she finished speaking. “You have nothing to apologize for. I didn’t mean to sound so cryptic, or freak you out, or whatever happened.”

She frowned. “Less than an hour ago, I told myself I wouldn’t bring up the subject of leaving again.”

“Kind of hard to avoid, no?”

Zach returned, followed by two staff members pushing a trolley. They placed the food, dirty dishes, and silverware on the trolley, then pushed it out of the room.

Zach closed the door behind them. “Where shall we start, Abigail? From the beginning?”

She nodded. Zach pulled down a scrapbook from the shelf and opened it. He sat on one side of her, and Emmett sat on the other. As they turned the pages and pointed out now-familiar faces in the photographs, Abigail’s attention wandered to their hair, their eyes, and their scent. Right now, she was more interested in being with Zach and Emmett than in asking questions about the people in the photos, or the history of the resort.

“Here’s a picture of Blair with Leo and Andras.”

Zach’s voice snapped her back to the book in her lap. She stared at the blonde beauty whose bright blue eyes were fastened on the face of a gorgeous man with full lips and long, dark hair. She recognized him as Leonard from the other photos.

“She was very pretty.”

“She was also a thief.” Emmett chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

“She worked for us as a chambermaid. She stole a necklace from a guest, and Andras and Leo, ah…made her work off the debt in various ways.”

“Yeah,” said Zach, “on her back, on her knees, on the bathroom counters…”

Abigail felt the heat rise in her face as both men laughed. “But then they fell in love with her.”

“Yep. They sure did.”

Hours passed by the time they finished looking at all the scrapbooks. The faces were so familiar to her now, Abigail felt as if the other owners were long-lost friends.

“Do you miss them?” she asked. “The ones who’ve died, I mean.”

“Yeah, we do,” said Zach. “We all went through a lot together.”

She stood up and stretched. “Thank you for this.”

Emmett stood up. “You’re welcome. What would you like to do now? This is your day.”

Abigail smiled at him, tossed her hair, then closed the gap between them and put her arms around his waist. “Oh, I don’t know, Emmett. What would you and Zach like to do?”

His eyebrows shot up, and a huge grin spread over his face. Behind her, Zach chuckled. “I won’t argue with that, but let’s go someplace else.”

She turned to see him glance up at the corner, where a small camera she’d never noticed before was tucked into the crown molding. “Is there anyplace in this resort, besides the guest rooms, where you don’t have security cameras?”

“The meditation rooms don’t have them,” Emmett said, winking at her.

“Oh, good to know. After the fact.”

“I have an idea,” said Zach.

She followed them down a hallway she hadn’t yet explored, into what appeared to be a ballroom, only it contained sofas and armchairs instead of straight-backed chairs. A tall fireplace flanked by a stone mantel spanned an entire wall.

“We use this for private parties. No security cameras.” Zach locked the door behind him. “No one will bother us here.” He strolled toward a door at the opposite end of the room. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Try not to do too much without me.” He winked at Abigail then rolled his eyes as Emmett embraced her from behind.

After Zach left the room, Emmett put his hands on her breasts and nuzzled her neck. “Alone at last.”

She giggled and squirmed against the bulge in his jeans. “I wish we could light that fire.”

“I’m sure Zach will take care of that, among other things. Should we wait for him, or should we just be bad and get naked?”

“If I’m bad, you two might spank me again, and I’m not sure I can handle it.”

“I think you can,” he whispered, running his hands over her breasts and down to her pussy. He cupped it through her jeans, and a moan escaped as heat flooded her body.

The thought of them paddling her sore ass sent a jolt of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. Images of being tied down and spanked and fucked mercilessly danced through her head. The power these two held over her was almost frightening, but she welcomed it this afternoon. She craved it. She wanted to be taken and used by them.

He pulled her top off and caressed her breasts, tweaking the nipples to the point of pain. She groaned and ground her ass into his erection, giving over to the building orgasm. He continued to tease her until she found it difficult to take a full breath. Finally he removed her bra and picked her up in his arms.

Emmett carried her to a sofa near the fireplace and laid her down, then knelt beside her to take one breast into his mouth. Abigail wrapped one hand around his head and pushed it closer, while she reached between her legs with the other hand. He covered her hand and moved it aside, then undid the button and zipper on her jeans while he took the other breast into his mouth.

Abigail writhed under his touch, sighing loudly. He released her nipple to pull down her jeans, whistling when he spotted her red thong.

“Nice. It matches your bra.”

“That’s the idea, Emmett.”

He pushed aside the thin strip of fabric and fingered her wet slit, forcing more moans from her. When he fastened his mouth on her clit, the climax exploded, and she screamed. He waited until the contractions stopped before removing her thong and his clothing.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he plunged his swollen cock into her pussy, closing her eyes against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. A door opened, but Emmett didn’t stop fucking her. He thrust in and out slowly, and Abigail could hardly stand it. Another orgasm was already on the way.

When she heard rustling noises, she turned her head to the side and watched Zach light a fire. He pulled over a small table and placed a bottle of lube, a pack of condoms, several silk ties, and the flogger on it. Abigail cried out as Emmett pumped faster. She watched Zach remove his clothes, and whimpered at the molten lust in his eyes. He strolled over to the sofa and teased her lips and cheeks with the tip of his shaft, red and already slick.

Emmett grunted as she flicked out her tongue to taste it, and when Zach slid it inside, Emmett came with a loud cry. She sucked Zach hard as Emmett’s contractions filled her. When he pulled out, Zach took his place, fucking her rough and deep. Her orgasm was insane, and her screams bounced around the large room, echoing off the walls. Hot cum sprayed her abdomen, and she opened her eyes to find him grinning at her.

“We’re going to cover you in it today.”

She shivered at the image. These two had to be the sexiest men on the planet. Zach pulled out and flipped her over, then lifted her hips to slide two large sofa pillows under them. She squirmed and moaned, knowing what was coming.

Emmett bound her wrists over her head with one of the ties. “Is this too tight?”

“No,” she gasped. “It’s fine.”

Then he did the same with her ankles. She was trapped with her ass in the air. The thought excited her to the point of physical pain. She wanted her two sexy angels to ravish her until she couldn’t walk anymore.

Zach teased her ass cheeks with the flogger for long minutes before finally spanking her with it. He smacked her with it three times then moved the strips lightly over her ass. The effect was to make her want more, and her pussy was so wet she felt her juices on her upper thighs.

“Zach…please…”

“Please what?”

“Oh…” She groaned loudly. He was going to make her beg for it. “Spank me with that thing. Please. Hard.”

Emmett’s swollen cock moved in front of her face, and she opened her mouth to take it in. Zach gave her five hard smacks with the flogger, and she tried to scream, but Emmett’s cock muffled the sound. Abigail had never been this aroused. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, her ass burned like nothing she’d ever felt, her pussy was soaked, and her clit throbbed.

Emmett’s cock filled her mouth, sliding in and out slowly as Zach continued his assault on her tender rear end. She didn’t want him to stop. She lost count of the number of swats he gave her. When he finally stopped, she’d been reduced to whimpers. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Emmett pulled out of her mouth, and someone untied her ankles then spread her legs wide. Her left ankle was tied to one of the table legs, and her right one was tied to something at the end of the sofa she couldn’t see.

Zach leaned close to her face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“If this gets to be too much for you, say so, and we’ll stop. There’s one more thing we’d like to do right now.”

He held up a blindfold, and she moaned loudly, nodding her head. He slipped it on, and Abigail rocked her hips. Her climax was so close it wouldn’t take much at this point.

Someone rubbed lube into her ass crack, and she heard a condom being slipped on. She had no idea which one of them slid his cock into her ass, but it was huge and wet and felt absolutely delicious. He massaged her ass cheeks, and it stung because they were so swollen, but she didn’t care. She gave in to it and let go.

He pulled out, and another condom-covered cock slipped into her ass, fucking her slowly. Someone reached underneath to play with her nipples, and the orgasm tore through her. The only thing she could move was her head, so she tossed it back and forth, screaming until she was hoarse.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” whispered Zach.

Whoever was in her ass pulled off the condom and plunged into her wet pussy, prolonging the contractions. He fucked her rough and deep while the other man continued to tease her nipples. When he came, it was on her ass cheeks. The hot cum irritated her tender skin, but she didn’t mind. They’d said they were going to cover her with it, and she wanted them to.

The other man moved behind, removed his condom, and slipped inside her pussy, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. It took him long, luscious moments to come, and he also directed it onto her sore ass cheeks. Her pussy felt raw, but she hoped they weren’t done because she wanted more.

“Do you need a break?” asked Emmett, lifting one corner of her blindfold.

“No. Please don’t stop yet.”

He chuckled, replaced the blindfold, and kissed her passionately. Then he untied her legs and lifted her off the sofa without untying her wrists. When he placed her back down, she was lying on top of Zach. Emmett secured her legs again, and Zach took hold of her hips while he rubbed her wet slit over his cock. Her nipples grazed his chest with each movement of her hips, enhancing the sensations.

Emmett lifted her torso off Zach, and together they lowered her until she’d sheathed Zach’s cock to the hilt. Then Emmett laid her back down on Zach’s chest. The only thing she could do was submit as Zach fucked her. Each thrust rubbed her clit, and she moaned into his chest. When she heard Emmett open another condom wrapper, her entire pussy began to throb. He slid his cock into her anus, and Abigail whimpered as another crazy orgasm tore through her.

Their thrusts went on for a long time, deep and slow. She was raw and sore, but she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay under their control, next to their naked bodies, for the rest of her life.

They both pulled out and untied her, changed places, and Abigail made soft noises in the back of her throat as they finally finished. Hot cum sprayed on her abdomen between her and Emmett, and onto her ass cheeks as Zach tore off the condom and climaxed.

Someone untied her legs and helped her stand up, then removed the blindfold. Emmett’s ice-blue eyes looked into hers with love. There was no other word for it. He took her hand and led her through a door. Zach walked beside them, and her legs were so unsteady she had to grab his arm.

They took her down a short hallway and into a bathroom, then stepped outside while she took care of business. She washed herself off and joined them again.