Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Someone tugged on the leash.

“My turn,” Otto said.

Sabine shuffled along on her knees and repeated the process. This time the spanking came from her other side, so it must have been Fin wielding a whip. It came down hard across her butt, the sound as loud and sharp as a rifle shot in the otherwise quiet room. She took Otto’s cock a little deeper to avoid making a noise, realizing as she did so why they’d ordered her to keep quiet. To swallow her reaction she had to swallow them.

Very clever, guys.

When Gabe had also had his share of her lips, Fin ordered her to stand up. He took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Sit down,” he said.

The mattress floated beneath her weight, and she realized that it was a waterbed.

“On your back, arms above your head.”

Sabine wiggled into position, and as soon as she lifted her arms, someone fastened the shackles to the headboard. When Otto loomed over her, wielding nipple clamps attached with a chain, her pulse rate went off the chart. Carefully, he rubbed lube round her areolas and then attached the clamps. No one spoke a word. Once again it took all of Sabine’s self-control, such as it was, not to cry out with the pleasure she felt as soon as the clamps were in place. Otto attached the long chain that swung between them to her collar. It occurred to her that if she jerked her head backward it would increase the pressure on the clamps. These guys sure knew how to rock her world.

Except that none of them had lay so much as a finger on her, and it was making her crazy. She guessed that was the point and wanted to beg them to have mercy. She couldn’t do that, of course, because to disobey them would have the opposite effect to the one she most desired. Instead she lay totally still and waited. Gabe fastened a blindfold over her eyes, heightening her perceptions as everything went dark. She now couldn’t see and couldn’t touch, but she could sure as hell feel, and what she felt now, even before they fucked her, exceeded anything she’d ever known before. She was so turned on that she would only have to rub her thighs together, and she would make herself come. No question.

She didn’t dare try it. The slightest sign of disobedience and they’d probably punish her by
not
punishing her. Sabine smiled. Presumably, that was allowed, and she had plenty to smile about right now. She recalled the look in their eyes as she briefly glanced up at them whilst on her knees, sucking their cocks. It could be argued that they were humiliating her, but she knew better than that. Their expressions, full of unimpeded admiration, told her all she needed to know about who really wielded the power in this situation. It sure as hell wasn’t any of them.

Someone picked up one of her feet and kissed each toe in turn, running his tongue between them, sending wild sensations shooting up her leg. Someone else touched one of her tits, tweaking the clamp and causing her to squirm against the jolt it gave her. A third hand reached beneath her and played with her ass. They were like octopi, touching, feeling, nipping, kissing every inch of her without speaking a word.

Sabine clamped her lips tight closed to stop herself from emitting any sounds. Unfortunately, it was beyond her to prevent her body from bucking and writhing as they continued to drive her way beyond her pleasure quota.

Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t stand another moment of this exquisite torture, Fin spoke.

“Roll onto your side, babe.” A hand, presumably his, splayed the small of her back and gave her a nudge. “That’s it. Now the three of us are gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy. Not that you can beg, of course,” he said, chuckling, “because if you utter so much as a squeak, we’ll stop immediately. Nod if you understand the rules.”

Sabine nodded so enthusiastically—well, she didn’t want them to be in any doubt about her cognitive powers—that the three of them laughed.

“Christ, Sabine,” Gabe said, “if you could see the way you look right now. Blindfolded, shackled, clamped, and painted—you’re every red-blooded male’s fantasy come true. If I wasn’t feeling so randy, I’d draw you.”

Someone squirted lube over her ass. It felt tender where they’d spanked her, but she didn’t care about the slight discomfort. She pushed back against the hand, anxious to have a finger or two inside her anus. Whoever it was obliged, and Sabine only just remembered not to sigh. Once again she bit her lip to prevent the sound escaping. At this rate her mouth would hurt more than her ass did, but Sabine was too turned on to give a toss.

Someone was playing with her pussy, delving inside with several fingers at once whilst he agitated her clit. She wanted to tell them to either let her come or quit. She simply couldn’t stand the intensity of the sensations they were creating inside her by taking away her ability to touch, see, or speak. The tip of a cock was being forced into her anus. At last! Someone else slipped his prick into her cunt. She was sandwiched between two hunky bodies, her arms stretched helplessly above her as they worked their way into her, inch by glorious inch, agonisingly slowly. She couldn’t move to help one of them without losing the benefit of the other. It was death by a thousand cuts, and incandescent with desire, she loved every torturous moment of it.

She sensed someone kneeling above her head, and the next moment the tip of a huge cock was tapped against her lips. She opened up and sucked it inside, grateful that it would prevent her from making any sound. She was unsure if she would have managed it otherwise. The pulsating passion streaming through her body was simply too intense to be borne in silence.

The cock in her anus stretched her to impossible dimensions, filling her to capacity. The one invading her cunt was also a challenge to accommodate, but Sabine never had been one to back down from a contest. The guys sighed and started to move slowly—so slowly that she thought she’d go crazy if they didn’t pick up the pace pretty damned quick. As though anticipating her thoughts, someone spanked her ass with considerable vigour.

“Patience!”

Fin’s voice came from behind her. So it was his lovely cock working its way into her ass. She’d thought it might be. If she had to guess, she’d say Otto had her cunt. She didn’t much care which of them was where. All she wanted was blessed release. She tossed her head backward, forgetting about the chain. It tugged on her clamped nipples, and she almost bit the cock that she had in her mouth as she absorbed the pain and gloried in the pleasure that followed fast on its heels.

“You okay, babe?” Fin asked. “Nod if you are.”

Sabine nodded as hard as she dared to.

“Good girl. Now concentrate on the three of us fucking you, and enjoy.” Fin’s voice was no longer quite so controlled. “I’ve got your ass, Otto’s buried to the hilt in your sweet cunt, and Gabe’s fucking your mouth.”

“You’re so goddamned tight,” Otto said, his voice brittle with the effort it was clearly taking him to remain in control. “You’re killing me, babe.”

“Let’s pick it up.” Fin did so, and Otto kept perfect time with him. “Let’s give her what she wants, guys.”

“You feel our huge cocks fucking you, Sabine. Take it all, babe, and have fun.”

“You’re so fucking good at sucking cock,” Gabe said from above her, his voice thick with passion. “Keep swallowing it down that sweet throat of yours, Sabine. You make me so goddamned crazy.”

I make him crazy?

“Your ass is a total turn-on.” Fin spoke with earthy vibrancy. “You take it like we’ve done it a thousand times before. Geez, you’re something else.”

“That’s it, babe,” Gabe said. “You’ve got me now. I’m gonna cream your throat real good.”

She felt him swell even more as his cock pulsated on the point of release. He groaned as his sperm showered into her mouth like it never wanted to stop. He stayed where he was for some time afterward, breathing heavily, like he couldn’t find the energy to move. Finally, he slipped out of her mouth, laughing, and massaged the top of her head.

The other two were still working in perfect tandem, and Sabine was getting seriously worried about her ability to hold back for much longer. Gabe’s needs had distracted her from her own, but now she had nothing to think about—was incapable of thinking about anything other than the feel of their pricks driving her insane. They pumped into her, let forth with a long string of swear words, and told her she was a bad girl. When Otto and Fin, their voices full of admiration, told her how great it felt to be fucking her, Sabine knew she’d reached her limit.

She didn’t dare speak for fear that they might stop. The only thing she could do would be to climax quietly and hope that they didn’t notice. It wasn’t much of a plan, but desperate times called for underhanded tactics. She screwed up her eyes behind the blindfold, and let herself go. She could feel the tingling excitement effervescing deep within her core and wouldn’t be able to hold it there for much longer. The guys were right. Forcing it to stay below boiling point had been an amazing experience, but it was getting to the stage where it was becoming painful.

Fin’s balls slapping against her sore buttocks was the final straw. She expelled a long breath—presumably, she was still allowed to breathe?—as a silent orgasm ripped through her body. They knew immediately, of course, because her limbs trembled, and she couldn’t help panting.

“Naughty!”

Fin slapped her butt hard but thankfully didn’t stop pummelling into her. She realized now that he and Otto were probably beyond the point of being able to stop themselves.

“Fuck it, Sabine,” Otto said. “Let’s do this. Come on, babe. There’s another one of those where that came from. Reach for it, and let it go.”

They picked up the pace even more, and very soon after that she felt Otto pulsating inside her. Fin was, too.

“Let’s come together,” Fin said breathlessly from behind her.

“Christ!”

Otto howled, and she felt the sperm spurting from his cock. Fin let go at exactly the same time, and that was all it took. Sabine was consumed by liquid fire that started in her belly and spread to every corner of her body in a gloriously diverse starburst. She threw her head back again, deliberately this time, and the nipple clamps tightened enough to make her eyes water. Once again she bit her lip, enjoying the challenge of not emitting a sound, and rode the timeless wave of ecstasy that claimed her, milking their cocks until they finally ran dry and had nothing more to offer her.

Sabine couldn’t move for some time after that because her body felt as though all the bones in it had liquefied. The guys slipped out of her, rolled her onto her back, and someone released her hands. Gabe appeared with a washcloth and tenderly cleaned her.

“Well?” Fin asked, leaning up on one elbow and grinning like an idiot.

“If I had enough energy to speak then I’d tell you that was the most amazing experience of my entire life.”

“Were we right about not talking?” Otto asked, leaning up from her opposite side, a smug smile flirting with his lips.

Sabine was too drowsy to respond. It was only as one of them cradled her in his arms and carried her back to her room that she realised she hadn’t asked a single question about progress in the search for Pearson. For the first time in two years she’d spent an entire evening without thoughts of him once crossing her mind.

She had a lot to thank the guys for.

Light streaming through a gap in the drapes woke Sabine the following morning. As soon as she stirred, Mulligan nudged his damp nose under her hand.

“Morning, baby.” She scratched the top of his head, wondering how he’d gotten into her room. Guiltily, she realized that she hadn’t spared him a thought after their sexathon, and one of the guys must have seen to his needs.

Every part of her felt pleasantly sore. She noticed that the paint had gone from her body and vaguely recalled all three of them joining her in her oversized shower to wash her clean. She’d wanted them again, but they wouldn’t play, claiming she needed to take things slow. Spoilsports!

She was about to get up and let Mulligan out when the door opened and Otto appeared with a loaded breakfast tray. Mulligan went into a frenzy of wagging, earning himself a thorough ear scratching.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he said, bending over to kiss Sabine.

“What’s this, room service?”

“We figured you might be a bit weary this morning and decided to wait on you.”

“Not in the least.” Sabine had never felt more alive or hungry.

The door opened again, and this time it was Fin, almost indistinguishable behind the huge bouquet he carried in front of him.

“Morning, angel.” He placed the vase by the bed and sat beside her. “A little display of gratitude from the three of us.”

“They’re lovely,” she said, overwhelmed by their thoughtfulness. If anything, she ought to be thanking them. “You didn’t need to—”

“Yeah, we did,” said Gabe, loping into the room and sitting on the opposite side of the bed to Fin. “You were amazing.”

Otto ran down the stairs to let Mulligan out. When he returned he also sat on the bed, laughing at the way she enthusiastically tucked into the scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on her tray.

“How do you feel?” Fin asked.

How
did
she feel? “Absolutely wonderful,” she said without hesitation. “Like blinkers have been removed from my eyes.” She smiled at each of them in turn. “I feel alive in ways I never imagined possible.”