Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

He flashed a smug smile. “When it comes to making you beg us to fuck you, honey, I have absolutely no reason to lack confidence in our ability to succeed.”

“Don’t get above yourselves. I’m bound to think you’re good because I don’t know any better.”

“It doesn’t get any better than us three. Trust me on that.”

She rolled her eyes and gave up the argument. “Come on, then.” She wiggled her butt as though making sure the plug was still buried deep. She’d obviously already gotten attached to it, in all senses of the word. “But I’d better take your arm. I’ll probably break my neck trying to walk in these damned shoes.”

Steffi clutched Brad’s arm as she traversed the passageway in her impractical shoes. She felt…how did she feel? Excited, brazen, anticipatory? All of those things, she decided, but something else, too.

Liberated? Yes, that was it. The guys had droned on about liberating her passions. She hadn’t believed it could be done, but boy, had they delivered! Steffi felt as though she’d been reborn in her own body and loved every minute of her new life so far.

Her nipples felt sensitised as they peeped through the holes in the basque and rubbed against the skimpy material of her dress. For the first time in her life, Steffi felt desirable, sexy, and feminine to her fingertips. Tonight she knew the guys were going to take her a step further. They’d damned well better because she was more than ready for them. Her spirits soared, her pussy liquefied, and she felt as though she were melting with expectation.

Brad opened the door to their wing and ushered her through ahead of him.

“Gentlemen,” he said. “I give you the star of the show.”

Jonny and Harry turned to look at her and both did double-takes. Jonny expelled a soft whistle. Harry flashed a sexy smile.

“Wow!” they said in unison.

“I need to sit down before I fall off these shoes,” she said, suddenly feeling shy and unsure of herself.

“All set?” Jonny asked Brad.

“Yep, no worries.”

Harry held out a chair at the dining table for her as Brad poured champagne for them all.

“What are we celebrating?” she asked.

“Your rebirth,” Jonny said, as though reading her earlier thoughts.

She smiled at each of them in turn as she touched glasses with them. “I’ll certainly drink to that.”

They fed her, insisting that she remain where she was while they brought the various dishes to her. They told her stories, bounced insults off one another, and made her laugh, putting her completely at her ease. They didn’t talk about Daniel, Marius, or Sam. It seemed that any subjects likely to spoil the mood were taboo, and she was ready to go along with that.

Tonight she intended to be selfish and take everything from these three Adonises that was on offer. They didn’t need to know that she had a problem with casual sex. Even when she wasn’t getting anything from it, she couldn’t just jump into bed with a man unless she felt an emotional attachment to him. She felt a damned sight more than that for these three charming rogues. She was totally addicted to them, and not just because of what they’d done for her. Her feelings were deeper than that. How it was possible to feel equally in love with three men at once, she couldn’t have said.

She simply did.

“You look warm,” Jonny said, lounging casually at the head of the table, his long legs sticking out to one side, crossed at the ankles. “You wanna remove that dress?”

“You don’t like it?” She pretended to be offended.

“I prefer what’s hidden beneath it.”

“Allow me,” Harry said.

He stood up and helped her to her feet. Almost reverently, he unzipped the excuse for a dress and it slithered to the floor. Steffi stepped away from it, tossed her head, and stood in front of the three of them. Aware suddenly of the power she wielded over them, her momentary embarrassment dissipated. All three looked at her for a prolonged moment without speaking, impressive bulges spoiling the lines of their pants. She placed one hand on a hip and wiggled her butt.

“It’s only fair to warn you that I’m feeling very sexy tonight.” She flashed a challenging smile at each of them and nibbled at her lower lip. “Are you men enough to help me out with that?”

Jonny growled something unintelligible. Harry and Brad merely laughed.

“Comments like that will get your butt flogged,” Jonny warned her.

“Promises, promises.” She fluttered her lashes at him, wondering where she’d found the confidence to flutter her lashes at anyone.

“Come in here.”

Jonny extended a hand and led her into his room. The other two followed right along. Before Steffi could wonder what would happen next, Jonny sat on the edge of the bed and snaked an arm round her waist. She let out a surprised cry as he tumbled her over his thighs, facedown. The plug in her butt felt even hotter than she did. Her nipples, poking through the basque, felt harder than pebbles, almost painfully sensitive. Anticipation roiled through her as she waited to see what Jonny would do next, knowing that whatever it was, she’d enjoy every second of it. She trusted him completely—she trusted all of them.

She cried out again as something came down hard across her butt in several places at once.

“It’s a flogger that generates a sensation like a massage,” Jonny explained. “With that plug inside you, it ought to feel even better.”

“It does,” she said breathlessly. “But I could take it a little harder.”

Jonny obliged, the sound of the soft leather strips hitting the silky basque with whip-like cracks driving her as wild as the sensation they created. One of Jonny’s hands sought out a nipple and pinched it hard, but it wasn’t enough for her. She could hardly believe the change in her because she genuinely craved real pain, knowing it would transmute to unimaginable pleasure if she relaxed into it. Her three teachers had done a damned good job and she confidently expected to graduate top of the class.

Jonny righted her on his lap and treated her to a searing kiss that robbed her of the ability to breathe. Her arms slipped round his neck and she mashed her nipples against his chest, which was bare, as was the rest of him. How had he shed his clothes without her being aware of it? Harry and Brad were naked as well, both sitting on the bed watching Jonny in action, more than ready for action themselves if their impressive erections were anything to go by.

“What do you want us to do to you, Steffi?” Jonny asked.

Steffi thought the answer was too obvious to put into words. “I want you to fuck me senseless,” she said, touching one of her own nipples because she knew they’d enjoy watching her do it. “I’m hot for you, Jonny, hot and wet for all of you.”

“You want us all at the same time?” Jonny asked with obviously feigned surprise.

“I want you all any which way you care to give it to me.”

Jonny chuckled and shared a smug glance with his brothers. “Then we’ll have to see if the three of us have it in us to satisfy a greedy little witch like you.”

He pulled her shoes off and set her on her feet. She expected them to remove the stockings and basque, but they didn’t do that. Harry stepped forward and attached vibrating nipple clamps. She sighed as they went to work. Not that they had much work to do. She was already so aroused that it was driving her out of her mind. Harry returned to the bed and lay flat on his back, gently massaging his erect cock, his gaze not wavering from her face.

“Go and straddle Harry,” Jonny ordered.

As soon as she was in position her world went dark. Someone had blindfolded her. Someone else grabbed her arms and shackled them to the bedhead. How was she supposed to participate if she couldn’t see or use her hands?

“This is our show,” Jonny’s voice said. “Just follow where we lead.”

She nodded. “Yes, all right,” she said breathlessly.

She heard a sound that was probably someone taking pictures, Jonny presumably. He enjoyed photographing her in compromising positions and she was happy to let him. It added spice to the proceedings, if any additional spice was necessary.

Harry’s hands grasped her hips as she felt the tip of his cock invade her pussy. She greedily tried to take more of it than he was prepared to offer, but his hands remained on her hips, preventing her.

“Lean forward,” Brad’s voice said.

She did so and felt his cock being guided into her mouth. He must have been sitting directly to the side of Harry and she had to skew her body slightly to get full access to his prick. She closed her lips over its head and sucked it in, wishing she could use her hands to massage his balls at the same time. Brad’s sharp intake of breath told her he was more than happy with the way things were. Steffi’s pulse rate increased and perspiration peppered her brow as Harry teased her by giving her his cock and then withdrawing it again. Brad swelled inside her mouth but stopped her when she ran her tongue across the slit, his salty juices invading her mouth like an exotic spice. What was Jonny doing? He intended to fuck her ass, that much was obvious, but she was still wearing the basque. How could he?

Her unasked question was answered when she felt the gusset fall away. It had obviously been held there with press studs. His large hands covered the globes of her ass, his fingers massaging and caressing, his lips spreading hot kisses everywhere. She wanted to push back against him, but that would deprive her of the thrusts of Harry’s cock from beneath, and she wasn’t prepared to make that sacrifice.

“Keep still,” Jonny said in a persuasive purr, “and let us do all the work.”

Why not? They certainly appeared to know what they were doing, moving together like a well-oiled machine. She almost giggled at the thought. Well-oiled was exactly how she felt, especially when something cool was rubbed into the crack between the cheeks of her ass.

“Lubrication,” Jonny said softly. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

She mumbled round Brad’s prick as she felt Jonny’s own erection running up and down her freshly oiled butt. God, he was driving her crazy!

“I’m hurting you?” He’d obviously mistaken her mumbles as distress. Harry stopped thrusting into her and Brad removed his cock from her mouth. “This was a bad idea,” Jonny said, touching her rear end gently. “It’s way too much too soon.”

“No, you’re not hurting me,” Steffi said, almost crying with need. “But you are killing me by making me wait.”

She heard all three men laugh with relief. “Ah, well, that’s different. You should have said.”

“I thought I just did,” she said, sighing when Harry’s hands guided her back to his cock and Brad slipped back into her mouth.

Jonny’s rubbed her backside with sensuous sweeps of his large hands that made her squirm with desire. She was conscious of one of his fingers slipping into her anus and the plug slithering out. Before she had the chance to miss it, the tip of Jonny’s cock took its place.

“Okay?” he asked.

She nodded, still sucking Brad close to orgasm as Harry increased the pace of his thrusts from beneath her. Jonny slipped in a little more, filling her to capacity. It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever known. Swamped by desire that overcame all reason, she risked putting Harry off by pushing back against Jonny. He tapped her butt, but she could tell from his chuckled response that he was pleased by her reaction.

“Looks like the lady’s enjoying this,” he said to his brothers.

“Well, she’s killing me is all I know,” Brad said on a strangled moan. “Best pick up the pace a bit.”

Jonny slipped in a little deeper. “You still all right, babe?” She nodded. “You’ve almost got it all, Steffi, just a bit more to go.” He groaned as she felt him slip impossibly deep. “I need to fuck your ass real bad. Don’t fight me and it’ll feel so damned good that it’ll blow your mind.” Steffi wanted to say that she had no intention of fighting him but it would be rude to speak with her mouth full. “That’s it.” Jonny expelled a long sigh. “Now I’m filling you. Let’s fuck her, guys.”

Harry and Jonny settled into a perfect rhythm, almost splitting her in two with their huge, pulsating cocks, making her feel alive, cherished, and dangerously close to eruption. She had no way of telling them, but they obviously got the message when her body tensed, and the tingling exhilaration in her gut turned into a turbulent heat that spread through her entire body. Jonny spanked her butt with something as he drove into her even harder.

It was enough to shatter her slender control and she exploded, bucking against the two cocks fucking her and almost biting Brad as she rode the wave. Brad swore and she felt him tense as he shot a seemingly endless stream of sperm into the back of her throat. She heard him laughing as he slipped out of her mouth and tweaked one of the nipple clamps as his brothers continued to pummel her body.

“Come for us again,” Jonny said persuasively. “You know you want to.”

“Yes, I love feeling your huge cocks doing me. It’s unbelievable. Give it to me a bit harder, boys. That’ll do it.”

“Suddenly, she’s an expert.” Brad laughed.

Jonny’s balls slapped against her buttocks and Harry groaned beneath her as they picked up the pace. Steffi moved with them, feeling a deep sense of oneness with all three of them as another climax threatened. Rushing, soaring excitement ripped through her as incandescent desire robbed her of all reason.