Burnin' Love [Men for Hire: Firemen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

They’d shown her how to be their submissive and she’d shown them how to share their love. Together, they’d grown to learn how wonderful being part of a foursome could be.

Paul clutched a hunk of her hair and put his face close to his. “You’re our woman and as our woman, you’ll do as we say. We’re here to keep you safe and to make you happy. You’re ours to comfort, to love, to pleasure. Do you understand that?”

She blinked several times. She knew how to be their woman and every day, they showed her that they knew what it meant to be her men.

“Bend over.” Paul didn’t wait to see if she’d obey this time. Instead, he yanked her head down, making her bend over. “Grab your ankles.”

She did what he told her to do. Craning her head around, she saw that Troy had brought out the flogger. He shook the flogger, making the leather and felt strips dance. She saw the first blur as he whipped it out. The sting in her bare bottom flashed into her, sending excitement rolling its way through the rest of her body.

“Moan to tell us you like it, baby.”

He whipped her again and she moaned again and again. The flogger gave her just enough pain to make her need soar higher, but it wouldn’t hurt her skin.

Wade moved to stand in front of her. “Lift up just enough to take my cock.” He tugged the gag off her.

She did, opening her mouth as he took her by the face and gave her his cock. His pre-cum wet her lips as she slipped him inside. She sucked on him, drawing every bit of his taste for her enjoyment. He moved his hips to work his cock in and out.

Troy stepped closer and teased the ends of the flogger along her spine as he leaned over her. He dropped the flogger at her feet to reach around and fondle her breasts. “That’s a good girl. Suck him dry, baby.”

She missed the sting of the sex tool, but loved the way he pinched her nipples. They grew hard and ached for more of the same.

Troy’s lips feathered kisses along her neck, raising her temperature even higher than she thought possible. He squeezed her breasts with just enough force to make her squeal. “Time to go to bed, baby.”

She squealed again when he grabbed her, lifting her off her feet. Taking her to the bed, he tossed her on top of it, knocking the breath out of her. The ends of ropes lay on both sides of her with the other ends tied to the bedposts.

Paul fell on top of her. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you?”

She did, but she wouldn’t say. Instead, she shook her head once. She wouldn’t shake it twice for fear that they might think she wanted to stop.

“We’re going to hogtie you to the bed. Tight. Tight enough that you can’t move.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Fear and yearning battled inside her for dominance. As it had all the times before, yearning won out.

“Do you trust us to keep you safe?”

She blinked once, twice, three times. She trusted them with her home, her possessions, her life, and most precious of all, with her heart.

They wrapped the ropes around her wrists and her ankles and pulled them tight. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing increased. She trusted them but getting tied up so that she couldn’t move was still a little scary. And thrilling as hell.

They stepped back to admire their work. The way they watched her made goose bumps pop up all over her skin. She couldn’t wait for them to chase the goose bumps away with their hot mouths.

Wade lay down between her legs and crushed his mouth to her pussy. She jerked, yanking on the ropes that bound her, but couldn’t move more than a fraction of an inch. She was helpless and loving it.

He pulled her labia apart then flicked his tongue over her clit. Her body revved into higher speed, sending her heart racing and her mind into a confused state of blissful lust. Although she couldn’t move, he wrapped his arms around her legs and held her to him. He was her master and she his slave who would do anything to make her master happy.

She felt the bed dip as Paul got on the other side of her. He held his cock against her cheek, sliding it over her skin and wetting it with his pre-cum. “I want you to suck my cock, baby.”

The sides of her mouth ached, but that wouldn’t stop her from giving him what he wanted. Turning her head, she took him in, whipping her tongue around his length in mimicry of what Wade was doing to her clit. She moaned, flexing her hands, grasping at air. But to not move, to not try to get free was impossible. She deep-throated him, driving his cock as far back as he could go. She choked, then remembered to relax her throat muscles. When she did, she found that she had no problem taking him in.

“Remember what we told you.” Troy stroked himself as he lay down next to her and fondled her breasts. “You’re ours. To protect and to serve.”

Wade came up for air and laughed. “We’re firefighters, not cops.”

“Whatever.” Troy flicked her nipples, giving them a little sting. “Turn on your side, baby. It won’t be easy, but you can do it.”

She twisted, exposing her butt to Troy. Paul cupped her neck to help her keep his cock in her mouth.

The thwack in the middle of her rump shouldn’t have been a surprise. Yet it was the new toy that caught her unprepared. Instead of the flogger, Troy held up a dark green wooden serving spoon. Her eyes grew wide as he held back his arm then whacked her again on her left buttocks. The sting sizzled against her flesh, searing its way to her throbbing clit. Even the tips of her nipples picked up on the sensation. Her eyes watered from the pain that was already changing into something more enticing.

“We thought we’d try a different kind of toy.” He whacked her again, harder, and kept the spoon pressed to the spot where he’d spanked her.

Her mind whirled as he spanked her again and again. With each touch of the spoon, he gave her more intense pleasure. He could’ve hurt her if he’d wanted, but she knew these men would give their lives before they allowed her to be harmed. Instead, each touch, even each spank told her how much they cared for her. She was theirs for however long they wanted her.

As though they could hear her thoughts, they came to her, as one and as a group. Paul pulled his cock out then pressed a sweet kiss on her lips. “I love you, baby. Always remember that.”

Wade feathered kisses between the inside of her leg and her pussy. Somehow that was as erotic as when he’d kissed her pussy. “We adore you, Daisy. I want you to know that I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. I’d give my life for you.”

“I’d do the same,” added Troy.

Their voices, hushed and reverent, filled her with pride. Three amazing men loved her and wanted to spend their lives with her. How did she get so lucky?

She trembled, her body unable to contain her love for them. “I love you so much. Each of you for who you are. I’m so lucky to have found you.”

“We’re the lucky ones.” Paul stroked her hair. He was the stern one, the serious one, but now that he’d let down the wall that he’d built around his heart, he was also capable of incredible love.

They surrounded her, their murmurs of devotion continuing as Paul moved onto his knees in front of her with Troy behind her. The chilly blast of lubricant slid down her ass as Troy worked it around and inside her dark hole. He began preparing her with his fingers, working them around, spreading them as his cock would soon spread her.

Wade kissed her across her mons then got onto his knees. He shoved his cock against her opening as he grabbed her legs and held on. “Troy and I have wanted you from the first day we saw you in school. I can’t believe our dream is finally coming true.”

“And mine, too.” Paul still struggled to say what was in his heart, but it was getting easier for him. She had to believe that in some small way, she was responsible for that.

“You’re incredible, Daisy. You’re more of a woman than I thought could even exist. To have you choose me, is beyond my wildest thought. Now take me, baby. Suck me off while I watch my brothers give you the satisfaction you deserve.”

It was the first time that he’d referred to the Chambliss men as his brothers. Although they weren’t related by blood, they were by trial and experience.

“Back at ya, bro.” Wade smiled when he said it, but it was obvious that he was touched at what Paul had said.

She opened her mouth and Paul slipped his cock back inside. He tasted different this time as though his declaration of love had made him refreshed, tastier like a new piece of candy. She licked her tongue around him, and sucked, hollowing her cheeks. He moaned and supported her head.

It was difficult to think with her three men giving her pleasure. She felt Wade ease his cock inside her pussy, taking his time, drawing out the moment she would capture him and hold him as securely as the ropes held her. Her clit tightened then exploded as her vaginal walls clamped around him.

Troy pushed his cock into her hole and grabbed her hips to steady her as he worked his hips back and forth, entering then exiting her. He shoved into her again, striking gold as the curved end of him hit her special bundle of nerves and set off fireworks. She screamed and fisted her hands, then unclenched them, reaching for the impossible.

Her world spun around her. Her heart filled with love for the three men who had come into her life when she’d needed them the most. They loved her as she’d never dared hope any man could love her. Quirky and stubborn, they’d found the best in her and had brought it out. She owed them more than her life. She owed them her soul.

She was tied and under their control, their three huge cocks filling her, and she couldn’t think of anywhere she’d rather be. Giving up control was the best thing she’d ever done. They’d shown her how freeing that could be.

Her mind wept with all the sensations flooding her spirit and her body. Surrendering to them had brought her joy beyond comprehension.

Paul clutched her hair and thrust as far as he could go. She didn’t choke and got ready. When he let go, she welcomed his seed, gulping it down as fast as she could. He moaned as the warm fluid struck the back of her throat, filled her mouth and ran down her chin. His moan grew louder as he pulled out and fell away from her.

Troy held her to him, holding her breast as he plunged into her ass. His rhythm matched his brother’s and her blood burned in her veins. The whirling climax built inside her, throbbing harder, faster, threatening to split her body wide open. His accented pants burned against her ear. Then, with a sudden stiffening of his body, he pulled his cock out and shot his cum over the small of her back.

As though spurred on by his brother, Wade rammed into her again and again, fast and hard. Her pussy tightened around him, keeping him with her as long as possible. If she could hold him inside her forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. He reached over and yanked on the ropes that bound her legs, tearing them free of the posts. Lifting her legs higher, he angled his body and rammed into her again. His cock hit her sweet spot again, driving her over the edge. Their shouts mixed together as they both broke apart.

With her hands still bound to the bedposts, she couldn’t move. Yet she doubted that she would’ve had the energy to move even if she’d been free. The men, her men, crowded around her, caressing her. Their words of love flowed together, but it didn’t matter. She heard them more with her heart than with her ears.

* * * *

Daisy came down the staircase, pulling her lightweight robe around her. If the men had their way, she’d be in bed all day and night. The warmth of their touches still radiated over her flesh, tempting her to turn around and go back up the stairs.

But a woman couldn’t live on sex alone.

True enough. A woman needs hot toddies, too.

Her cell phone, lying on the entry table, rang using her new call tone
Burnin’ Love
. She scooped it up, saw the unlisted number, and sat down on the bottom step.

“Hey, girl, how’re you doing? Are you tired of all that sand and sunshine yet? Wait a minute. Why are you calling me?”

The sound of Melissa’s rapid-fire answers wiped away any trace of joy. “Slow down. I didn’t catch what you said.”

Melissa took a deep, shaky breath. “It’s John. Charlie’s brother.”

A boulder dropped into her stomach. She’d hoped that the mess with Charlie and her brother was over. After Charlie was fatally shot, John had become unhinged. He’d sent her numerous letters and phone calls for the month following Charlie’s death, threatening to kill her as she’d killed his sister. But once she’d obtained a restraining order against him, he’d disappeared. Daisy had allowed herself to believe that he’d finally given up and had decided to leave her alone.

She’d been a fool to think that.

“What about him?”

“He found out where you live. Somehow he got hold of the rental records of the house and found your address. Daisy, you’ve got to get out of there as soon as possible.”

Although the men had replaced the carpet, she still hadn’t gone back into the bedroom where Charlie had died. One day she would, but not yet. Still, no one would ever drive her away from her home. “I’m not going anywhere. Does that mean he knows where you are?”

Within a week after Charlie’s attempted abduction, Melissa had found a new name and a new home in California, thanks to Alex’s help. Only a few people, including Alex and Daisy, knew her new identity and location.

“No. I don’t think so. He called a friend of mine who told me what he’d said. She told me when I called her today.”

Daisy worked to steady her nerves. “You’re not supposed to contact anyone from your former life. Not even me.” She wanted to chastise her more, but knew it wouldn’t do any good.

“I know and I promise I won’t again. I was just so lonely. I’m sorry, Daisy.”

“Just don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t. But, Daisy, you still need to get away from there.”

Daisy looked around the house at the things that meant so much to her. The bookcase her grandfather had made her. The old clock her grandmother had cherished. The photographs scattered around the room and hanging on the walls. They were just things, but there were her memories and the links to her past, too.