Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“Well, I guess if anything can do it, that thing ought to be able to.”

Jonny laughed. If that was an apology, it would do. “Thank you. I think.”

He rejoined her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. His lips captured hers in a drugging kiss that seemed to go on forever—Steffi’s enthusiastic response saw to that. His cock rested on her thigh, twitching, throbbing, making him crazy. Desire ripped through his bloodstream like a tornado looking for somewhere to cause maximum damage, but Jonny did his best to ignore it.

This wasn’t about him. Satisfying Steffi was more than just a challenge—it mattered to him, really mattered. It was an alien feeling to allow a woman to get under his skin in the way that she already had. What surprised him was that he didn’t feel threatened by it, nor was the feeling unpleasant. Nothing connected to Steffi Darwin could ever be unpleasant, with the possible exception of the bastard who’d destroyed her self-esteem. If he was ever foolish enough to cross Jonny’s path…

Jonny broke the kiss and allowed his hands to wander.

“Tell me your most secret sexual fantasy,” he said.

“I don’t have any.”

Jonny tapped her thigh, a little harder than on the previous occasion. “Yes, you do. Never lie to us, Steffi. We’ll know if you do and then you’ll have to be punished.”

“All right, then.” She paused and nibbled at her lower lip, clearly embarrassed.

Jonny dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Just say it. I’d be very astounded if you were able to surprise or shock me.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be tied up.”

Jonny grinned. “You like the idea of bondage?”

“If that’s what it is.”

“Then today’s your lucky day,” he said, pausing to suckle and nip at one of her nipples. “I just might be able to oblige you, if you ask me very nicely.”

She canted her head. “How nicely?”

Jonny guided her hand to his cock. “Touch me, babe. That’ll be a good start.”

She wrapped her fingers firmly round his length and slowly moved her hand. When his cock expanded even more beneath her touch, he groaned and considered letting her bring him to orgasm. That way he’d be in a better position to satisfy her needs. Sucking her clit had been a real turn-on and he was still in some discomfort as a result. He immediately went off the idea when he realized someone had taught her how to touch a man a little too well. He sucked in a deep breath, tried to think of something other than his pulsating need to come, and prized her fingers loose.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, anxiety in her tone.

“No, babe, the problem is that you did it a little too right. This is supposed to be about you, not me.”

She flashed him a flirtatious smile, growing in confidence by the second. “Doesn’t it take two?”

Jonny scowled. “Your unlamented ex didn’t seem to think so.”

“Let’s not talk about him.” Jonny was lying on his side and she wiggled a little closer to him. “It will spoil the mood.”

“You’re right.” Jonny removed her hand from his chest where her finger had been drawing lazy circles across an old scar. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

Before she could ask him any questions, he delved into a drawer and returned to the bed with a pair of fluffy restraints.

“You wanted to be tied up.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean now.”

“Why not?”

She considered the question. “No reason, I suppose.” She paused and Jonny allowed her time to get used to the idea. It was her call. “Okay, why not. What do I have to do?”

“As you’re told, of course.”

She raised her eyes to heaven. “What else is new?”

“Lift your arms above your head.” She did as he asked without question, causing Jonny to suppress a smile. She was going to make a perfect sub. He attached the restraints to the headboard and fitted them round her wrists.

“Comfortable?”

She wriggled about. “Yes, I’m fine. What happens now?”

“What happens now,” he said with a wolfish grin, “is that you’re at my complete mercy.”

Sparks of amber broke through the passion clouding her eyes. She was aroused, curious, and ready to follow wherever he led. Jonny felt like a kid let loose in a candy store, spoiled for choice as he tried to decide which part of her body to torment first.

“Did you know,” he asked, his voice a soft, seductive purr, “that the soles of the feet are actually an erogenous zone?”

Without giving her time to respond, he demonstrated by lifting one of her feet and running his hand gently across the sole, barely touching it. She giggled.

“That tickles!”

“Shush, be patient.” He tapped the buttock he’d exposed by lifting her leg.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“No, it didn’t. You’ll learn to enjoy being spanked before you’re much older and you’ll soon be begging us to punish you.”

Her eyes widened. “I will?” She inverted her chin. “You seem very sure of yourself. What makes you think I like pain?”

“Oh, you do. You just don’t know it yet.”

Jonny sucked her toes, one at a time. Steffi groaned, her hands straining against the restraints as her body slid across the sheets, instinctively trying to get closer to him.

“Wow, I had no idea that a foot fetish could be so sexy,” she said.

Jonny lifted his head. “Where do you feel it?”

She flashed a wry grin. “My pussy’s leaking like a drain again.”

He laughed. “Your pussy’s gonna have to wait its turn.”

To demonstrate his point, Jonny spread her legs and worked his way up the inside of one calf with his tongue, bestowing wet kisses, licking and sucking as he went—her instep, behind her knee—making sure he didn’t get too close to the place where she most wanted him to be. He needed her to be wild with need before he touched her cunt. In fact, he wanted to prove to himself that he could make her beg. The moment she tried to manoeuvre her torso closer to his tongue, he abandoned a particularly sensitive spot on her inner thigh and started all over again on her other foot. By the time he reached her thigh this time she was bucking her hips in an abandoned way that almost snapped his control.

“That gets you punished,” he said, waving a finger beneath her nose.

“Why? You told me to act without inhibition.”

“Yes, but I didn’t say you could take matters into your own hands.”

“All right, then,” she said, treating him to the sort of challenging smile that would definitely earn her a spanking. “I’ll take my punishment like a man.”

“Don’t you dare turn into a man!”

She giggled. “It’s just an expression.”

“A damned stupid one. Now, turn over and get up on your knees.”

She did as she was told, awkward in the restraints, using her elbows to maintain her balance. Once in position, her cute butt was exposed for his inspection. He ran a hand experimentally over it, wondering how long it would be before they could introduce her to the delights of anal sex. One step at a time, he reminded himself, bringing the flat of his hand down lightly on her ass. She flinched but held her position.

“When I spank you,” he said, leaning forward to whisper the words in her ear, “you need to absorb the pain and wait for it to transmute to pleasure.”

“Can that happen?”

“Not with everyone, but I have a feeling that you’re a natural.”

He reached beneath her to massage one of her full breasts. He hadn’t planned to get to them quite yet, but they were dangling there so damned enticingly that he almost cut the foreplay short and got right down to business.

Almost.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m game to try it, I think.”

He spanked her again and this time she didn’t flinch. Without giving her time to anticipate, he spanked her twice more in quick succession.

“Oh!” She turned her head sideways and smiled at him. “I think I see what you mean. It tingles after a while.”

Jonny’s reaction to her enthusiasm almost drove him over the edge. She was everything he’d hoped she’d be and more—curious, unafraid to experiment, and ready to do exactly as she was told. The guy who’d accused her of being frigid must have some major inadequacies of his own to compensate for. He ran the tip of his prick teasingly down the crack in her ass, still inflicting damage on one of her nipples as he did so.

“How does that feel?” he asked. “You’ve got my cock getting acquainted with your ass. Like that idea?”

“I’m not sure.”

The uncertainty in her tone made him immediately change course. He was getting ahead of himself again and it was all her damned fault. She wasn’t ready to take him that way yet, but there was something else she was getting downright impatient for. Jonny smiled to himself. Who was he to refuse a lady in distress? He sat back, reached for a condom, and rolled it down his length. The hell with making her wait!

He slid the top of his cock into her entrance from behind. Steffi held her position on her knees but pushed back to welcome him inside.

“Keep still,” he said, tapping her butt. “I’m kinda big, you’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me. If feels glorious.”

She’d got that right. Jonny couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so completely and totally involved with a woman, more concerned for her enjoyment than his own. He worked his way a little deeper and then withdrew. That action earned him a small squawk of protest from Steffi, which he ignored. They’d do this on his terms. He thrust into her a little harder, this time giving her half his cock, only to take it back again almost immediately. His hand abandoned her lovely breast and reached beneath her to find her clit. Her short pubic hair was saturated with her own juices and she cried out when he touched her.

“Like that?” he asked. “You like my cock deep inside your cunt?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “You’re splitting me in two and I love it.”

“You haven’t got it all yet.”

To prove the point, he thrust harder, until he was buried to the hilt in the warmth of her vagina. They sighed as one and began to move in perfect symmetry with one another.

“That’s it, babe, milk my cock. It’s all yours.” Jonny gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. She was so goddamned tight and when she closed herself round him like she was doing now, stars flashed before his eyes and he thought he’d go out of his mind. “You feel that? Feel how big you’ve made me.”

“Aren’t you always this big?”

“Nope. It’s because I want you so damned much. You’re driving me out of my frigging brain.”

“Go deeper, Jonny. I love what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop.”

Jonny chuckled. “Stopping wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“Come whenever you want.”

“What!”

“Don’t wait for me. You know it won’t happen. Just feeling you inside me is enough to give me pleasure.”

“Like hell it is!”

Jonny agitated her clit with additional force. She cried out, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, her body slick with perspiration. He increased the pace of his thrusts, burying himself as deep as he could, his overloaded testicles slapping against her butt, causing him the sort of physical discomfort that he lived for.

“Jonny, I—”

“Don’t fight it, babe, just let it go.”

“I can’t, I don’t know how to—”

“Sure you do. Feel my cock filling you, fill my fingers on your clit. Come on, Steffi, show me what it does for you.”

“I want to, I so want to—”

She sounded as though she was crying with need. Well, she wasn’t going to cry on his watch—not with frustration, anyway.

“You want me to stop and spank you some more?”

“Don’t you dare!”

Jonny’s rumbling laugh clearly communicated itself on exactly the right level and he sensed something inside her—some sort of lock on her emotions snap free. At last she’d stopped thinking she couldn’t, stopped thinking at all as far as Jonny could tell, and went with her feelings. Suddenly, her movements became less rigid as she thrust back against him, her frantic need overriding everything else. A gurgling sound came from her throat as she finally opened her mind as well as her body to him.

“Don’t think, Steffi, just feel. Feel the way my cock fits inside you like it belongs. Take it, honey. Take whatever you need from me and use it to get what you want.”

“Oh, Christ, I think it’s actually gonna happen.”

“That’s it, babe. Close your cunt round my prick. Let’s do this together.”

“It’s…I can’t believe it. I’m coming.” He felt her body going into spasm and fucked her like his life depended upon it. “Give me more, Jonny,” she screamed, shaking her head from side to side, her hair as wildly tangled as his emotions. “I need more.”

Jonny gave her more, pumping himself into her, deeper and deeper still, until her spasms finally slowed and he knew she was spent. With a strangled oath, he took his own turn, driving into her like a man demented as he shot his load into the thin latex of the condom.