Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Both men burst into a round of disbelieving laughter. Devin slapped Chase on the back with glee and even got him in a headlock just to show Lacey how wrong she was. Lacey slapped her own forehead and squealed with surprise.

But after a while, Devin began to wonder. “Hey,” he said, now caressing Chase’s head that was still locked in the crook of his arm. “Why wouldn’t you assume
I
was the dom? I’m older, after all.”

“Just as buff and strong,” Chase pointed out.

Lacey said apologetically, “Well, you see, Devin, Chase just has that self-confident swagger about him. It’s hard to imagine him being submissive—”

“And it’s easy to imagine
me?
” Devin had to let go of Chase in order to point to himself.

“No, but all other things being equal, it’s easier to, ah, picture you on your knees with your hands behind your head, ah, and…”

Lacey trailed off in embarrassment, so Devin boldly filled in for her. “Sucking Chase’s cock? Girl, you have a lot to learn.” He had actually just sucked Chase’s cock that morning, but Chase had been the one zip-tied to the chin-up bar in the apartment upstairs.

Chase helped him out. “Maybe because that’s what you’d
like
to picture, Lacey. I’m usually the one bound, cuffed, or otherwise restrained. This brute is one giant fucking satyr. Loves the whips and chains, he does.”

Lacey wrinkled her nose, looking Devin up and down appraisingly. “Satyr. A lecherous man? I can see that.”

Devin was unsure if that was a compliment or an insult, so he tried to regain the upper hand. “This is why you need us to train you. You can’t tell the difference between a dom and a sub.”

Lacey scooped the corset from the floor and playfully touched the tip of Devin’s nose. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “What if
I
wish to be the domme?” And she sailed off to the dressing room.

Chase and Devin looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Whoa
,
”
said Chase. “
Mistress
Lacey?”

Devin hadn’t counted upon this. “You’re going to be the most wailed-upon sub in the history of Hell’s Delight.”

“Wait a minute.” Chase put a hand out, palm facing the floor. “We’re in this together. It’s
both
of our decisions to choose a woman, to choose Lacey. I didn’t volunteer to be submissive to any damned
woman
.”

Devin nodded. “She’ll need to be a switch at least. And I’m pretty sure she was halfway kidding.”

“Besides, we need to train her tenderly, at first. Let’s not try anything that might scare her off tonight. Who knows what her background is, her experience?”

“Exactly. In fact, to make sure of that…” Devin went to a wall rack and slipped off a hook one of his favorite pairs of soft leather handcuffs. He stood so close to Chase he practically stepped on his toes, and he touched the tip of his tongue to Chase’s sultry lower lip. Chase fondled the erection cradled in the crotch of Devin’s jeans, perhaps wanting to keep it plump for Lacey’s titillation. “You know I love you. But I’m going to have to keep you on a short—”

Suddenly, Devin brutally yanked one of Chase’s arms, cuffed the wrist, and twirled Chase to face the counter, like an arresting officer. As he bound the other wrist, he punctuated his authority with a few thrusts of the hips, dry humping his lover. A collar would help keep Chase’s head up, and—

A gasp of awe came from behind them.

Both men whipped their heads around to view Lacey standing there barefoot. She wore the corset—oh, boy, did she wear the corset. Devin was so dumbfounded he let go of the chain between the cuffs. It was as though Chase melted away from the stage where only he and Lacey stood.

Because the corset was a cupless underbust design, meant to lift, spread, and display a woman’s ample tits, Lacey kept her hands over them. But since the corset only spread out over her tailbone in back, she had modestly kept her black panties on. She shrugged her shoulders. “Is this right?”

Lust coursed through Devin as he strode forward eagerly. She had fastened all the buckles in front but he knew from watching many women try this corset that it would be impossible for her to get the tight-lacing correct in the back by herself. An enormous shiver actually flowed through him as he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her. “Not quite done.”

She held her hair up for him, which meant leaving one jiggling breast bouncing freely. Devin wanted nothing more than to slurp it up, but he had business to attend to. “I know. I didn’t expect I’d get that part right. Fits okay, though.”

Chase had come forward, too, and Devin was pleasantly surprised to see him looking with avid, shining eyes at the bared tit. “We’ve got plenty of black stockings around, too, but we don’t carry shoes.”

Devin had never had the pleasure of actually lacing this corset up for anyone. Chase did, often, but Chase had never seemed to care. It obviously affected Chase now as Devin cinched the laces tighter across Lacey’s back. Each precise tug caused the naked breast to jiggle, so Lacey covered both of them with her forearm. She must know she couldn’t do that forever.

“There,” breathed Devin, taking Lacey by the upper arms. He led her to one of the many upright mirrors positioned about the store. To encourage her to display herself, he bent at the knees and took a big lick from the side of her neck. Her lily scent filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t resist nibbling at her shoulder. “Absolutely beautiful, Lacey.”

He glanced at Chase, standing helplessly with his hands bound behind his back. Chase was used to many things. This was his store, after all. He was jaded, not easily impressed. And Devin could tell by the way Chase’s lower jaw hung askew that he was impressed now.

“A collar would look good,” Chase suggested dumbly.

The collar pegs were nearby, so Devin flipped one off and unsnapped it. It was black leather to match the corset, and Chase was right. When he snapped it around Lacey’s neck it nearly completed the look.

“There’s even a little ring for a leash,” Chase pointed out.

Inspired by Chase’s helplessness, Devin decided to push it a little farther. He stripped off his thin T-shirt and intensely watched Lacey’s face. He didn’t normally parade around the streets or the merchants association meetings shirtless, but he had a vague idea that he had an admirable torso. Sometimes he thought people were just wondering what his tattoos were, but both Incan bicep tattoos could be seen with the T-shirt on. Indeed, Lacey’s pupils dilated and her delectable lower lip shined as she watched him in the mirror.

He glued his naked torso to her half-nude back and wrapped one arm across her breastbone. She still kept her forearm clamped to cover her nipples, but the direct contact with his skin made her eyes slide shut and her head wobbled slightly on a weak neck. “Now, Lacey,” he whispered into her ear in between slurps to her neck. “We need you to relax. I’m not a brutal satyr like Chase likes to think.”

“He can be gentle,” Chase said helpfully.

When Devin lifted her hand from her tit, she allowed him. His free hand slid up the corset to cup the naked breast that now swung freely. Soft, heavy, full in his hand. He hadn’t even touched the nipple when Chase felt obligated to say soothingly, “Easy, buckaroo.”

Of course, Chase knew that Devin was about to shoot his load. He lightly touched the breast of this stunning, regal, yes,
voluptuous
woman, and it had been so long since he’d touched soft female skin he was overwhelmed with the sensation. Chase, of course, had soft skin, but this was different. Where Chase’s skin was velvet, Lacey’s skin was cream. And she had breasts. Big, rounded, aesthetically pleasing—

Without forethought, Devin found himself on his knees in front of Lacey, yanking the black panties down to her feet. Wrapping his hands around her thighs and lifting her, setting her down on a bookshelf, knocking books about blowjobs and G-spots to the floor. From her perch here, she could still watch in the mirror, still admire his broad, muscular back, his shoulders deeply tanned from riding around the ranch, his tramp stamp.

“Dear Mistress Lacey,” he said passionately. She looked beatific gazing down on him, her long strawberry curls flowing over her nipples. “I’m sorry, but I have an overwhelming need to dive into your beautiful muff. Right now.”

And he did.

She cried out like a little girl, but her thighs were spread, and Devin nudged his nose into the cleft between her labia. Her tight strawberry curls filled his nostrils as he lapped away at the prepuce. Long and plump, it was much juicier and fatter than he recalled a woman’s clitoris. Since allegedly he was an expert cocksucker, it was an easy shift to imagine it as a small cock. He lapped away with long, firm strokes, eliciting a whole series of ecstatic sighs and hisses from the woman.

This was good. This would build her confidence, show her that men were harmless, really, and give her a mind-blowing orgasm. It was win-win on all counts.

And Chase. Of course Chase couldn’t sit still and watch like a good boy. No, he had to scoot over on his butt. He couldn’t just admire Lacey’s long white legs, Devin’s strong tongue muscles, or even Lacey’s pretty pubic hair. No, he had to talk. And talk.

“Good Lord, Dev. You look delicious eating that pussy. You’re so hungry for it. Does it taste like you remember? Maybe I’ll get a taste of it, too. I can barely recall what it’s like. You must be as good a pussy-licker as you are a cocksucker. I can tell by her reaction. Look, she’s strangling you with her thigh, just like I do when you suck me off.”

Devin paused in his lapping to glare down at his partner. It was long enough for Lacey to whimper loudly, cry “no!” and grab a handful of Devin’s hair to urge him back.

Devin captured Chase violently by the scruff of the neck, forcing his face to Devin’s crotch. “Suck me,” he commanded huskily.

And Chase did.

Good God in heaven. Have I died? Is this thoroughly gorgeous, virile, ripped man really on his knees eating my pussy like it was tiramisu?

Yes, I think I’m dead. Because now that other ripped stud built like a brick shithouse is between Devin’s thighs, choking down his impressive…thick…cock.

Oh, how she wished she weren’t so nearsighted! Of course she’d left her glasses back at Delight Hardware. Luckily she hadn’t been wearing them when Devin came to invite her here. But her eyesight was still good enough to see that Chase slid those 501s down over naked, sinewy hips nearly as tanned and shimmering as the shoulders that now propped up her white, pasty thighs.

This was incredible! Not only were these two generous, kind-hearted, stunningly sexy men treating her as though she weren’t a pasty lard-ass, this virile stud with the big heart was actually licking her pussy as though his life depended on it. And he was an expert, plying her prepuce with long, fat-tongued licks, slurping away as though she actually tasted
good
, each stroke of his athletic tongue taking her higher and higher to that plateau from where there was no return.

Devin’s hair, squishing between her fingers, was silky and spiky. Even his goddamned
skull
was muscular. Why were these two delicious men doing this for, or
to
, her? Lacey was suspicious. Obviously something was missing from their relationship, or they wouldn’t have sought her out. It had occurred to her they were in cahoots with Ben and this was one big massive joke, because Ben hadn’t hurt her enough yet. He needed to hurt her more, so he’d hired or cajoled these two to set up this elaborate plot where she made herself vulnerable, then Ben jumped out with a video camera.
Aha!

She doubted that. No, there was something else missing from these gay men’s relationship. Obviously, for some reason it pleased them to toy with her. Maybe that was it, nothing more complicated than that.
I’m a toy
. They wanted amusement, and a girl was a novelty to them.

Well, if being their toy involved a pussy-lashing like this, Lacey would perform like a bobble-head and spin like a top.

Devin brought her rapidly up the face of the cliff—that cliff Lacey knew so well from sessions with her trusty old, loud-as-a-chainsaw vibrator. It was so old it was probably made by Westinghouse, but it did the job admirably, so she had never had a need to replace it. The final shove off the cliff’s edge came when Devin seized his lover by the neck like a mother dog with her puppy. Chase flopped, too, with his hands cinched helplessly behind his back. But before Lacey could gasp another breath, Devin had his long, thick penis hanging out of his fly, and Chase was sucking it down like it was a milkshake.

Lacey was overwhelmed with awe. It had never occurred to her to imagine anything like this, and if she had, it probably wouldn’t have filled her with a rush of lust as it did now. There was something entirely raunchy, nasty, and more than a little bit forbidden to having her pussy licked by a muscular buck who was having his own penis sucked…by another man. Wasn’t this wrong? Wasn’t this perverted or nasty or debauched or—
Oh, fuck it
. Lacey came suddenly, unexpectedly, with an intensity that scared her.

Devin’s ferocious licking coaxed from her depths an orgasm that wrenched her very uterus. It felt like a giant hand scrunching all her female organs, squeezing every drop of juice from her. And Devin, poor Devin, he just lapped innocently away, not knowing that each stroke of his powerful tongue was sending a flood of ecstasy throughout her pelvis. She hiccupped, she choked, she ground her teeth. She tried to hold in the overwhelming wave of invectives and animal sounds that threatened to spill from her mouth. She shuddered her hips against the poor man, shaking like a plastic bag full of Jell-O.