Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

But even sexier than that was the joy at how much trust they’d placed in her. She truly felt like their sub right now, having negotiated their plan to help her stop gossiping. She felt special and cherished by them both, and she was going to give them anything they wanted tonight.

Wyatt unzipped her dress and gently pushed it off her shoulders as Trent kissed her neck, and then her cleavage as her lacy maroon bra was revealed. “Nice,” said Wyatt. “It matches the dress.”

“That’s why I wore it, Sir. My panties match, too.”

“We should take you to Tye Me Up and buy you some club wear.”

“I’d love that, Sir.”

“Stand up for a second.” She climbed off Trent’s lap, and Wyatt pushed the rest of her dress off then told her to step out of it. The look of desire in Trent’s eyes as she complied nearly made her come.

“Sir, do I need permission tonight before I come?”

Wyatt nuzzled her neck. “You need permission every night, silly.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes because Trent was watching her face. “Now the panties,” he said. “And your shoes, too.”

She took them off and stood before them naked. Wyatt was still behind her, and as Trent gazed at him over her head, she could feel them communicating without words. “You two freak me out when you do that.”

“Do what?” asked Trent.

“Talk to each other in your head like that. I can sense you doing it.”

He laughed. “We’ve always been able to do that. Want to know what we just decided you’re going to do for us?”

“I don’t know, Sir. Does it involve something that will test my ability not to come?”

Trent laughed. “Bingo!”

Wyatt grasped her breasts from behind. “We want to watch you play with yourself. We want to watch you take yourself right to the edge.”

Ria moaned. “That won’t take long, Sir.”

He rolled her nipples between this thumbs and forefingers. “That’s all right. We’ll still enjoy it.”

“And then what?”

He gave each ass cheek a good, hard smack, and the waves of need crashing over her were so strong now that her knees nearly buckled. “You’ll find out when we tell you. Sit in the chair again.”

They were serious. They were going to make her do this while they watched. She’d never touched herself in front of a man before, and wasn’t sure she could let go enough to actually enjoy it, but once she was seated and both men sat on the sofa, still fully clothed, the effect was so sexy that she was able to relax and give them what they wanted.

She grabbed her breasts, threw her head back and closed her eyes, then rolled her nipples like Wyatt always did. She didn’t have to pretend to like it. Jolts of electricity shot straight to her throbbing clit, and she moaned softly. Knowing they were watching was so much of a turn-on that she hoped they’d ask her to do this all the time.

“Very nice,” said Wyatt, his voice soft yet commanding at the same time. “Keep going.”

She kneaded them then rolled her nipples again, and then she opened her eyes and glanced at each of them in turn before lifting first one breast then the other to her mouth to suck her own nipples.

“Oh Christ,” said Trent, his hand moving to his crotch. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

She didn’t answer him. She just kept teasing her own nipples with her teeth, her tongue, and her fingers. Wyatt jumped up. “Be right back. Don’t stop.” Ria squirmed in her seat as she tried to imagine what Wyatt would bring back downstairs. She moved from her breasts to her pussy, leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs so Trent could see how wet she was.

He unzipped his pants and took his dick out, grasping it in one hand. Ria stared at the tip, dying to taste the pre-cum glistening on it.

“I’m going to shove my cock into that hot, wet hole. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream for mercy.”

“I would love that, Sir.”

“I know you would. You are the sexiest, most exciting woman I have ever met.”

She shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes. There was nothing she’d deny either man right now. Wyatt came bounding down the stairs, carrying a small, black paddle and a short-handled flogger with thin falls. Ria stared at them both. He grinned, and she moaned softly in the back of her throat.

“Move your arms out of the way, beautiful. And don’t move, because I don’t want to accidentally swat the wrong thing.” He stood behind her, and Ria sat on her hands to keep her arms from moving.

“Arch your back a bit.”

She did, and then watched Trent’s eyes light up as Wyatt reached over her and lightly tapped each nipple with the paddle a couple of times. Ria gasped. It hurt, but not in a way that made her afraid. Rather, it sent fresh waves of desire through her.

“Use your safeword if you need to.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She kept her eyes on Trent’s cock, which looked ready to explode the more he pulled on it, while Wyatt paddled her nipples lightly. As he increased the force of the swats, Trent began to moan.

“I need you in front of me on your knees,” he said, holding her gaze. “Now.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. The tone of his voice left no doubt about what he wanted her to do. She scrambled out of the chair and dropped to her knees in front of him, barely getting his cock into her mouth before he exploded inside it. She swallowed every drop of his hot, tasty cum then licked up and down the shaft, and over his balls, just for fun.

“All right. On the sofa, facing that way.” Wyatt pointed toward the stairs. “And spread those pretty legs wide.”

Trent moved aside so she could do what Wyatt had commanded, then zipped his pants back up and took the flogger from Wyatt’s outstretched hand.

“Got enough blood left in your brain to do this?”

“Fuck you. I’ve got plenty of it.” Trent grinned down at Ria. “But first, I want to see you play with your pussy. We got interrupted while you were doing that before.”

She teased her pussy lips while they both watched, and now Wyatt had his dick out of his pants. When she began to rub her clit, they both moaned, and she gritted her teeth to keep from coming.

“Keep going,” said Wyatt.

She inserted one finger into her pussy while she rubbed her clit with the other one. Trent lazily brushed the falls against her nipples, then her abdomen, but they seemed to be enjoying watching her do this more, so she didn’t stop until it was too difficult to hold off her orgasm. “Please…I’m going to come.”

Trent shook his head. “No you’re not. But you can stop now. Keep your arms out of the way again.”

She pinned her arms at her sides, and yelped as the first strike of the falls landed across her pussy. It really stung, but at the same time she loved it. He struck her nipples a couple of times, too, but it was a more pleasant sensation when the falls landed across her groin. She was tossing her head back and forth and moaning by the time he finally stopped.

Wyatt straddled her chest and pulled on his cock, but he was too low on her torso to reach her mouth. Within a few seconds, it was obvious he didn’t want to. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said. She did, and watched, fascinated, as he beat off right there, inches from her chin. When he came, his cum splashed all over her breasts, and then he kissed her mouth and helped her to her feet.

“That was too fucking sexy for words.”

“I thought so, too, Sir.”

“I hope you know we aren’t done.”

Ria smiled. “In that case, may I use the bathroom and get some water first?”

“You may. Meet us in Trent’s room this time.”

After she’d cleaned herself up and drunk two bottles of water, she walked into Trent’s room to find candles lit and both of them still dressed, sitting on the bed. “Come here, gorgeous.” Trent motioned to her. “We’re so proud of you. That was very sexy, but now we’d like you to do something else for us.”

Anything, Sir.” She meant it.

Wyatt laughed. “Careful. You know how sadistic we are.”

She stood in front of them now. “I know. But I love this. I really do. It’s like every fantasy I’ve had for decades all coming true at once. I can’t even process it, but I’ve stopped trying. I only want to enjoy it.”

Wyatt brushed a finger along her face. “We want you to enjoy it, but I hope you know this isn’t only what we’re asking of you, Ria. We want all of you, not just your body. This isn’t just sex.”

She didn’t know how to respond. So many emotions bubbled up that she wasn’t sure how to react, so she simply moved into his embrace. He stroked her hair and her back, and then when his hands moved to her ass cheeks and gripped them, she giggled. “What do you want me to do for you two, Sir?”

“We want you to undress us, for starters.”

She pulled away. “My pleasure.” She took her time, alternating between them, unloosening their ties and then unbuttoning their shirts. Once their chests were bare, she teased them by tracing lines across their tats with her tongue, and then flicking it across their nipples. That earned her soft moans from both men as well as gentle smacks on her sore ass cheeks. She could also now feel the residual sting of the flogger and the paddle they’d used on her nipples and pussy earlier, so that her entire body was one delicious, quivering mass of pain mixed with pleasure.

She unzipped their pants, and when each man stood, she took her time removing them, their boxer shorts, socks, and shoes. She licked their inner thighs once they were seated again, then licked their dicks and their balls, just because it was fun and she wanted to watch them squirm. Knowing she could provoke such a response in these two made her feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Okay. I can’t take any more.” Trent pulled her to her feet and kissed her rough and deep. Ria moaned, then wrapped her arms and legs around him as he simply lifted her off the floor. The strength in both men made her dizzy. He lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him, breaking the kiss. “Sit up and lower that fabulous pussy over my dick before I die.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ria did as he asked, then threw back her head and cried out in pleasure as he grasped her breasts.

“And yes, you may come.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Ria rode his cock like her life depended on it while he played with her nipples. When he moved one hand to her clit, she was momentarily distracted by Wyatt moving around the room. He crawled on the bed next to her and told her to lie against Trent’s chest.

Not wanting to stop what Trent was doing, but also not wanting to disobey Wyatt, she did as he asked, and was rewarded with him filling her asshole with lube. When she heard him put on a condom, Trent stopped thrusting inside her pussy until Wyatt had inserted his dick all the way into her asshole.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? Do you like this?” His voice was so full of tenderness and care that fat tears splashed over Ria’s lids. And had he just called her “sweetheart”?

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “It feels so incredible.”

“It sure does.” Wyatt thrust gently, and then Trent started again as well, and all Ria could do was lie there and let them fuck both her pussy and asshole at the same time. She was lost in a sea of sensations so intense, and so powerful, that she swore she heard the very planet crack in two. There was surely no more intimate and erotic experience than this. There couldn’t be. She cried, but not from pain or fear. She was overcome with emotion and the need to please them. Her heart fluttered, and her entire body trembled.

They stroked her hair, her back, and her ass, and when they switched places, Wyatt removing his condom and Trent putting one on, they both whispered words of encouragement, and told her again how proud of her they were.

“I’ve never felt this close to anyone,” said Trent, kissing her gently on the lower back.

“Neither have I,” said Wyatt, cupping her face to gaze into her eyes.

Ria knew at that moment that there was no way to stop it. She was going to fall head over heels in love with both twins. She didn’t even care. She wanted to. She wanted what their friends had. She wanted it all. And she wanted it with both Wyatt and Trent. She’d earn their trust and now she’d earn their love, come hell or high water.

They switched places two more times, and she couldn’t believe that neither of them had come yet. She lost count of how many times she did. She also lost count of how many times they each said it was the most amazing thing they’ve ever felt.

She wasn’t even able to speak by the time they laid her gently on her back, and took turns climbing on top and fucking her pussy, looking into her eyes and stroking her face and breasts as they did so. All she could do was hang on, and whimper, and gaze into their eyes.

She was gone already. Crazy in love with both of them. How does something like that happen in the real world so quickly? Does it actually happen, or was she merely feverish from lust and more sex in a week than she’d had in her entire adult life? And did it really matter?

She was here now, with both of them. Nothing else was important.

When they each finally came, and she did one more crazy time that tore a hoarse scream from her throat, they held her in their arms and she drifted off to sleep, certain that when she woke she’d find this had all been a dream. It couldn’t be real. She hoped it was, but she had her doubts. They weren’t human. They were too perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

And if this was real, and they meant everything they’d said, she was either the luckiest woman in the universe, or she’d done something very right in her life, and was finally getting payback for it.

The next two weeks passed by in a blur for Ria. Each time she worked, just the mere thought of Trent or Wyatt changed the way she normally spoke around Luke’s customers. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say so. Wyatt and Trent trusted her, and she wasn’t going to betray their trust. She didn’t gossip one time, and toward the end of the first week after the guys had outlined her plan, she swore she saw more members of the BDSM community in the bar than normal.

But it didn’t matter. Whether their presence there was a coincidence, or whether they had heard about the no-gossip rule and were keeping an eye on her, she felt certain that she would conquer this. All around her, people were talking about Ned’s sentencing, Pearl’s new shop on Lawnview Drive, and the suspected arson that was still being investigated. The rest of the story that Sean had hinted at hadn’t become public knowledge yet, but each time Ria overheard someone speculating about it, the bit of news that she had firsthand knowledge of struggled to stay inside her.