Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“Wearing the mask would make me more vulnerable.” Her reply was deliberate, a ploy to see how he would react. Would he go super Dom, force her head back, and slam the mask over her face despite her tepid protest? Or would he back down and give in? Let her have her way this time?

Disappointment shafted through her at the mere possibility.

He hunkered down in front of her and stared at her hard. “Noah has already warned me of your tendency to try and top from the bottom. I may be new, kitten, but I’m not a pushover. You’ll wear the mask because we wish it. There is no refusal. So, it either goes on easy or hard. You
do
have a choice there.”

He reached out and cupped her tit, thumb and forefinger closing gently around her nipple. “Be aware I also know a few of your dislikes and will not hesitate to use them as punishment.” His grip tightened ever so slightly, but enough to bring a wince to her face. “Understand?”

Madelyn nodded quickly, and he let go of her throbbing nipple. Her sigh of relief was from the release
and
the knowledge he wasn’t going to wimp out on her.

Her pussy pulsed even harder.

Gabriel rose and took the mask from Noah then shoved it in his pocket. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

She watched him stroll into the bathroom, then craned her neck to look up at Noah, who had his arms crossed loosely over his chest and a small grin on his face.

“What’s so funny?” she whispered.

“I’m going to enjoy this, darlin’,” he said. “You’ve been such a brat to me the last few sessions despite the punishments I administer. I think a new, fresh perspective is going to set you on fire.” His eyelid slid down in a low, lazy, wicked wink. “And I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will.”

She stuck her tongue out and shifted on the carpet. Her knees tingled at the movement, and she reached down to rub the bare skin above them.

“You just have to push it, don’t you?” Gabriel’s tone was sharp, disapproving.

“I was just—”

He cut his hand through the air, and she fell silent. Behind her, Noah chuckled.

Oh, she was going to give him a piece of her mind when this assignment was done and Gabriel gone from their lives.

Her heart skidded like gravel under tires. She found it suddenly difficult to regain her equilibrium as a wash of anxiety hit her. She scoffed at herself. Three days was not long enough to form an attachment.
Is it?
They hadn’t even had a real, in-depth scene.

Madelyn swallowed hard, breath shaky and nerves taut.

Gabriel moved behind her, and she tensed, preparing for the blows she just knew he was going to administer to her ass.

Instead, his fingers gently combed through her hair, pulling the long ends from her shoulders to cascade down her back. She tipped her head in appreciation. His fingers felt gentle and relaxing on her scalp.

He continued to pull through her hair then patted her butt. “Like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Thought so.”

There was another movement and shift. She wished she could see, but the water broke the reflection of the window and all she could make out were their hulking forms behind her.

The gentle glide of her brush slid through her hair, and she gasped then moaned.

Gabriel chuckled. “You’re a very sensual woman, Madelyn. Not just in the pain arena, but all levels. You like to be touched and caressed.”

How had he discovered that so quickly about her? She bit her lip and resisted the impulse to turn and find Noah’s face, to see how he was absorbing that information.

It had been their secret for so long, never shared with clients.

Most didn’t care enough to delve beneath the surface, and others, while they may have picked up on it, were too involved in their own needs to worry over hers.

“Relax,” Gabriel whispered and continued to brush her hair, and she softly undulated beneath his touch. His stroke stilled at the bottom of her hair with every downward pull.

Her eyelids drifted closed, and she concentrated on the soft tug of the bristles combing through her hair.

Madelyn heard a different movement behind her. It sounded like the snap of a rubber band. She opened her eyes in time to see darkness descend as Gabriel placed the mask over her head.

With smooth, efficient movements, he pulled the mask down, adjusted the strap, and fitted the ring into her mouth.

She was effectively blind, deaf, and mute.

Panic flared. She was not bound, she could surge to her feet, tear the mask free.

But she wouldn’t. Because being this helpless, at their mercy like this, thrilled her in dark ways which had her entire body on high sexual alert.

Something round was stuffed into her left hand and the rubber mask tugged away from her ear.

Soft, warm lips caressed the outer shell, sending shivers racing through her. His warm tongue traced the hollow of her ear before he nipped sharply at her lobe.

Who was it?

Gabriel? Noah?

Madelyn was shocked she could not tell.

She
always
knew Noah’s touch.

Her heart rate increased.

“Since you can’t speak, lift your right hand for slow down. Drop the ball for stop. Understand?”

Gabriel.

She nodded, breathing heavily through her open mouth. Swallowing was a little more difficult, a touch uncomfortable. Part of the mask’s allure, of course.

She worried suddenly about drooling. That would not be very ladylike. She hoped she didn’t. She really would not like Gabriel to see such a thing from her.

The rubber snapped back over her ear, and his warmth disappeared from her side.

The sudden silence overwhelmed her. She’d only been in the mask once, and Noah had tucked the ear flaps behind so she could still hear his verbal commands and degradations.

Such things played a huge role in her enjoyment.

She tried to lick her lips, tasting rubber instead. Madelyn lifted her hands to her mouth only to find her wrists quickly manacled by strong hands.

Tingles ran through her flesh, and she knew Gabriel held her. He pulled her hands down to her sides, then up and behind her head, forcing her to cup the base of her neck. She almost dropped the ball, but managed to retain control and pushed it against her nape.

His fingers lightly trailed upward from her hips to her now-exposed armpits, and she wiggled to get away from the tickling.

He repeated the caress, this time on both sides, eliciting a choking laugh from her. In her muted ears, the sound was high-pitched and grating.

She tried to still the noise.

Gabriel cupped her tits, his hands palming her almost completely. She felt his fingers encircle all of her tit flesh and squeeze. Her nipples burned along his palms as he continued to increase the pressure.

He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, the repetitive motion teasing her skin into heightened sensitivity.

Her breathing became harsh and erratic as the sensations built stronger and bordered on real pain.

Just when she thought she might raise her right hand, he stilled.

She waited, but he didn’t let go of her.

Suddenly, the soft lash of Noah’s poly flogger swept along her back, and she arched right into Gabriel’s hands.

He took advantage and squeezed lightly, his fingers sliding off her tits just enough to encircle the flesh around her nipples.

Noah gave her another stroke and Gabriel squeezed.

She arched and then retreated.

The men kept up their dual combat until the pleasure of the flogger began to meld with the sweet pain of her nipples.

Madelyn moaned and thrust forward, surprising herself and apparently Gabriel because he didn’t clamp around her tits as he had been. She pushed back at Noah, gratified to feel the flogger sweep along her back.

The soft, slight prickles were like an obstinate, just-out-of-reach itch she couldn’t scratch. It was damned frustrating.

Gabriel’s hands fell from her breasts and cupped the quivering muscles of her inner thighs and slowly, inexorably pushed her legs apart.

Her knees skidded on the carpet but thankfully not enough to cause rug burn.

Noah continued to lightly flog her from behind, the thongs licking around her ribs and snapping the undersides of her breasts. While she adored the sensation of the poly kissing her skin, she found she missed the sound it made when it landed against her. But, of course, she couldn’t tell him that. Not until her mouth was freed from its rubber cage.

As before, Gabriel stroked upward, raising goose bumps and tickling her mercilessly. His fingers ran the length of her bent leg from knee all the way to the crease of her hip. She was especially ticklish in that spot where her thighs met her pussy. She tried not to show any reaction, but he must have figured it out.

His fingers lingered and delved into those spots, his touch light and flirtatious. She squirmed beneath his ministrations and lurched backward, nearly toppling over. Only Noah’s bare foot in the middle of her back stopped her. Gently, he eased her forward again.

She breathed a sigh of relief and wished she could see whether Noah was proud that she did not break position, even as she fell.

Gabriel was giving serious attention to her pussy now. He tugged at her heavy, passion-laded lower lips, pulling the flesh down until she felt a frisson of pain. He held her like that for a moment then spread her lips wide apart.

Cool air blew along her open hole and upward to her straining, bulging clit. The blast rocked her, made her body cringe inward then explode outward in a desperate grasp for more.

He released her, and she groaned, the sound reverberating in her head.

Gabriel clamped down on her nipples for a quick, painful moment before letting go. A reminder.

She ground her hips, looking for fingers or whips or anything to stimulate her further. She was on the cusp of an orgasm. One thrust, one lash could make her come and release the tension pushing inside of her.

Her back was surrounded by heat and steely, hair-roughened legs.

Noah.

He gripped her chin and pulled her head backward until the crown brushed his stiff cock.

He slipped something inside her mouth, teasing her tongue with the taste of leather.

She tried to capture the object, but he withdrew it too fast then stepped back.

As she pondered what it could have been, Gabriel’s hands returned to her pussy, spread her open, and delved inside just as the leather strap of Noah’s whip lashed her back.

All sound, even that within her own body disappeared, leaving her with only the tactile sensation of being finger-fucked and whipped at the same time. Her world slowed as she gleefully absorbed the strokes Noah administered, arching her back and silently pleading for more while trying to jam her soaking wet pussy down onto Gabriel’s stiff, intruding fingers.

He was gentle but firm as he worked her cunt. He had three fingers inside of her, spread wide and pumping slowly, teasing her to the edge then stilling as if he
knew
she hovered at the precipice.

She whimpered in frustration and slid her legs farther apart, hoping to take more of him inside of her.

Instead, he withdrew.

The whipping stopped.

She dropped her head in defeat, knowing she wasn’t going to come.

Not yet.

The whip tapped her left outer thigh then her right. She struggled to pull herself up then Gabriel was there, his hands cupping her torso and helping her.

It was then she realized her arms were trembling, nearly weak with the effort it took to remain in position.

Using their normal signal for a break, Madelyn lifted two fingers on her left hand. As soon as she felt the responding approval tap of the whip on her butt, she gratefully dropped her arms, shaking them out as pinpricks of sensation raced through her.

Not asleep, exactly, but definitely feeling the effects of their forced arrangement. When the feeling fully returned, she surreptitiously swiped at the moisture dribbling down her chin.
Thankfully not too much
. Maybe Gabriel hadn’t noticed.

She assumed the position again, but Noah’s whip tapped her arms. Confused, she lowered them. He pulled her elbows together behind her back, making her tits arch out. Satin-soft fabric wrapped around her skin, binding her arms together. She clutched the ball tighter.

Damn, she wished she could see. Or hear.

She missed the words the most.

She missed the sound of their masculine, clipped voices ordering her around and forcing her to do their bidding.

Humiliating me
.

She shivered as her mind began to fill in what she was missing, taunting herself in both men’s voices.

Spread your legs, slut. Wider! Good whore. You like being bound, don’t you? Being at our mercy. Knowing we can do anything we want to your body.

She undulated in response and emitted tiny moans that sounded like the wind rushing through trees in her near-deaf head.

The whip stroked her again.
Tap, tap, tap
on her ass, up along her back, and down her shoulders and arms. She tensed, knowing he was about to come to her front.

Madelyn caught her breath as the leather snapped at her stomach and thighs, the licks meandering all over her body. He tagged her breasts a couple of times, though he stayed well away from her nipples, for which she was grateful. They were overly sensitive from Gabriel’s tender-rough handling.

She frowned. Where was he?

The whip continued to snap fire over her abdomen and legs.

Suddenly, the flogger came down on her back, and she swayed in surprised response. Once more, Noah’s meaty hand saved her from toppling onto her side.

He’d allowed Gabriel to strike her?

The knowledge shocked and pleased her.

Beneath the mask, she squinched her eyes tighter and concentrated on the pair of whips assaulting her.