Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

If they kept this up, she was going to come so hard, they’d need a wet-dry vac to clean the carpet.

“I swear, Gabriel, if she could smile, it’d be as big as Texas.”

Gabriel chuckled but didn’t take his eyes off Madelyn, kept his concentration on the flogger and her flesh.

Good, exactly what Noah had expected. Allowing him to whip her had been the right decision.

“How wet was she?”

“Sopping,” Gabriel grunted. “Hot and wet and damn near sucked the skin off my fingers.”

Noah smiled. “Yeah, she gets like that.” He crossed his lashes, working his way along her tits and stomach down to her pussy. With careful, precisely placed strokes, he hit either side of her bare pussy, staying away from her lips or clit. He wasn’t ready for her to come just yet, and one good touch would likely do it, especially the way she was moaning.

“One thing about Madelyn is her affinity for name calling and degradation. To an extent, though.”

“Yeah, I picked up on the whole slut, whore, cunt thing,” Gabriel said, his mouth tight. “I can probably accommodate that. What other kind of stuff, though?”

“Hair pulling, face slapping—but not too hard,” he warned. “She will not only allow you to go too far, she’ll egg you on with her smart mouth.” He winked at Gabriel. “That’s one reason I try to keep it filled all the damn time. She knows just which buttons to push and make me forget my plans for her. I’ll lay into her ass and bam! She comes like she’s a water faucet.”

Gabriel stopped flogging her and stared incredulously. “You’re kidding.”

Noah shook his head. “Nope. You’ll see.” He, too, rested his whip and rubbed at his arm. They’d been on her for a good fifteen minutes nonstop.

Madelyn tipped her head up and to the side, trying to figure out where they were and what was coming next.

“She’s probably going crazy because she can’t hear us, too.” Noah set the whip down and looked at Gabriel, one brow lifted. “I’m surprised she was so wet. Usually, she needs the audible stimulation as well as the physical.”

The other man nodded. “Maybe it’s because there are two of us.”

“Hm. Maybe.” He wasn’t convinced. He’d been watching her when Gabriel first started touching her. When he put his lips to her ear and spoke, the expression on her face had been one of sensual need and craving.

Gabriel touched her in a different way than he did, on some deeper level. He was man enough to know it bothered the shit out of him, but he also realized he couldn’t do one damn thing about it.

Gabriel skirted her and stood next to him, looking down. “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” His voice throbbed with passion and awe.

Noah took in Madelyn’s glowing, striped body. The normal pale hue now shone rosy and dampened with sweat. Her inner thighs were coated with a sheen of her sweet pussy juices.

As they watched, her lower lips trembled and pulsed.

“She is desperate to be fucked,” Noah remarked.

Gabriel nodded. “Good, cause I’m ready to fuck her.” He looked up, eyes a little wide and cleared his throat. “Uh, how does this work, anyway? Do we flip a coin to see who goes first?”

The unexpected question, asked so seriously and with a hint of little-boy trepidation, made Noah laugh loudly. “No,” he said when he finally caught his breath. “No, you’ll take her first, wherever you want.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Wherever? Anywhere?”

Noah knew immediately what he was thinking and nodded. “Yeah, anywhere. She likes anal sex. Something about the way the pain and pleasure meld when she’s being drilled in the ass. But…” He frowned and crossed his arms. “She’s never taken anyone as long as you. I won’t see her physically hurt for real, so if you intend to fuck her ass, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot of prep.”

A flush darkened his cheeks and Gabriel nodded. “Absolutely. I don’t want her hurt for real, either.” He gave a crooked grin. “Damn, that sounds weird.”

Noah smiled in return. “Yeah, but you get it, that’s what matters.”

They looked down at Madelyn again, and Noah caught the frown forming on her face. At least, he was pretty sure it was a frown. She was growing unhappy with the lack of contact.

“She’s getting impatient. How should we handle that?”

Gabriel tapped his finger against his bottom lip, one brow lifting up and down in contemplation. Finally, he nodded once sharply. “Grab our whips, give her a flurry of strokes, then pull her up and onto the bed to fuck the senses out of her.”

“Excellent plan. Mask on or off?”

“Off, I think. Unless you want to fuck her mouth through the ring?”

“Nah,” Noah said. “I hate that damn thing. It chafes. Why do you want to take the mask off?”

Gabriel’s grin was slow and devilish. “I’m looking forward to getting a little rougher with the slut, and I want her to know it.”

Noah’s cock throbbed in response, and he clapped Gabriel on the shoulder. “Perfect. I think you have this Dom shit down.”

“Not all of it, but I’m getting there.” Gabriel bent and picked up his flogger and stepped around to her back again. He grinned over her head. “In addition to the books, I read a lot of stuff on the website you sent me to last night. That’s a damn fascinating site.”

Noah shook his head. “Yeah, but you have to be careful. We’ll tell you about it later. Ready?”

“Yep.”

“On three. One. Two. Three.”

Both men brought their whips down on her at the same time, a move she clearly was not expecting. A shriek wrenched from her wide-open lips, and her body jerked and froze then she shuddered uncontrollably.

“Well, well,” Noah said as he trailed his whip down to her pussy. “I think the slut just came.”

“Tsk, tsk, and without permission, too.”

The look of malicious glee on Gabriel’s face was priceless and Noah felt another surge of lust.

His little sub was going to enjoy being dominated by Gabriel, and he was going to enjoy watching.

Noah doubled his strokes in both tempo and force. “Harder,” he ordered Gabriel.

Immediately, his pace increased as well. “How much longer?” he asked, panting.

“One more minute.” Noah checked his watch, casually slicing at her left and right, making sure she couldn’t predict where his leather would land. Far from dodging, he didn’t want her anticipating and moving into his range when he wasn’t ready for her.

“Fifteen seconds.”

He picked up the speed again, concentrating on the space between her tits and her pussy.

She bucked and thrashed between them.

Gabriel backed up and crouched a bit lower, his arm moving with blurring speed.

“Time!” Noah shouted.

He held his breath then released it in a relieved rush as Gabriel instantly stilled his arm and stepped forward. He grabbed Madelyn by the tie binding her wrists together and hauled her to her feet.

She struggled a moment, pulling against him, but he slapped her left tit hard.

Her back bowed away, and Noah crowded her from the other side.

Together they towed her to the bed and pushed her face down.

She landed with a bouncing oomph, sprawled edge to edge and leaving no room for either of them.

Gabriel shoved her hip aside, clambered onto the bed, and tugged her backward. Noah filled in the space at her head as the other man flipped the latch on the mask and pulled it gently from her head.

Madelyn blinked rapidly, eyes obviously trying to readjust to the light.

Her raven hair was matted to her head in limp, sweaty tendrils, and a red crease ran down the left side of her face where the mask pressed into her skin.

“Hello, beautiful,” Gabriel said. He tipped her head to meet his eyes. “Come on, focus, sweet girl. That’s it.” His croon was soft and gentle, but Noah saw the tension threading his shoulders.

Gabriel’s expression turned sorrowful. “Now, you came without permission.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t try to bluster out of it.

“Yes, Sir, I did.”

Her head drooped, but he pulled her back, his other hand wrapping into her mass of hair. “Ah, ah, I didn’t say you could quit looking at me, did I?”

“No, Sir.” Her voice was hesitant, cautious. Her hips undulated on the bed.

Noah smiled.

“And admitting your wrongdoing does not get you out of trouble.”

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Then you’ll understand why I punish you when it happens.”

She stilled. “When? Not now?”

Gabriel’s face remained stark and impassive as he nodded. “Just as you don’t top from the bottom, you do not dictate the terms of your punishment, including place and time.” He chucked her under the chin as he released her head and slid off the side of the bed. “Who knows? You’re such a slut that tonight at dinner I might feel the need to strip your clothes off, bind you hand and foot, and whip your tits until you beg for mercy.”

Her entire body suffused with pink, and Noah nodded his approval. That was exactly the way to keep her off-kilter and in a heightened state of arousal.

The Council had been right when they pegged him as a natural Dom.

“In the restaurant?” she squeaked and began lifting to her knees. “You can’t!”

Gabriel’s hand came down hard and fast on her ass, leaving a hell of a print. She flattened back to the bed. He shoved his face close to hers. “I can do whatever the hell I want to you, slut, remember that. Your whore’s body is mine to use as I see fit, and if I wish to show the entire restaurant what a disobedient brat you are, then I will. Got it?”

The air crackled with the challenge. Madelyn’s breath came in huge gasps that lifted her tits from the bed, and Noah saw the confusion in her eyes.

This Gabriel wasn’t acting like the well-mannered gentleman he’d been up to this point.

He was acting like a Dom with a submissive bent on challenging him at every avenue and one who was damn tired of it.

“Yes, Sir,” she finally whispered.

Gabriel didn’t move, but continued to stare at her for a long, hard moment. Another visible shudder rippled over her.

Somewhere, probably the boardroom, the man perfected the art of silent intimidation.

The tactic worked brilliantly on Madelyn. He was surprised and a little annoyed he hadn’t thought of it. After ten years with her, he believed he knew every nuance and way to challenge her. Obviously, he was wrong.

Finally, Gabriel rose again and propped his hands on his hips. “It’s time you begin making restitution for your behavior. Get on your hands and knees and show proper respect to Noah’s cock.”

She scrambled into position, meeting his eyes for the first time.

Noah was astounded when she blushed.
Blushed
.

He lifted a brow, and she bent her head, exposing the fragile column of her neck. Her supplication made his erection even harder.

Gabriel moved at the foot of the bed, arms still crossed, the frown continuing to crease his brow. “An apology is in order, slut.”

Her face flushed again, but pique showed in her eyes when she lifted them. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

The mulish, forced apology did not suit either man.

Gabriel brought both palms down on her thighs, just beneath the crease of her ass.

Her eyes went wide, and she gave a tiny shriek followed by a softly muttered, “Fuck.”

“Try again.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she wiped it away with her shoulder and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

That apology was much more sincere.

Noah favored her with a smile as he stroked her chin. She relaxed infinitesimally beneath his touch. He scooted to the headboard and splayed his legs around her. Cupping his cock, he stroked softly up and down, fingers featherlight along the head and cut underside where he was so damn sensitive.

“Come up here and take my dick in your mouth. Show Gabriel what a good slut you are.”

Her hips rolled with his words, and she smiled as she lowered her head. When her cherry-red lips wrapped warmly over the head of his cock, he sucked in a sharp breath of appreciation.

“Oh yeah, use that whore’s mouth on me.”

She rewarded him by taking him deep into her throat, milking him with her muscles.

The bed swayed as Gabriel climbed on behind her.

When his big hands clutched her hips, Noah shifted his own, shoving more of his length into her mouth. She gagged slightly and tried to pull back, but he kept her down with a light hand to the back of her head.

“Oh no, you’ll take it. Just like you took Gabriel’s cock yesterday.”

She surged again and her body swayed.

He shared a smug look with Gabriel.

Noah nodded toward her ass. “Nice graffiti.”

Gabriel traced the still vivid handprint. “Yeah, looks good.” Then his fingers slipped between her legs, and her movement stopped.

The suction on his dick grew so intense, he almost pulled her off.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing. Noah keeps telling me what a great slut you are. I want to see for myself. You keep sucking his cock and don’t lose concentration while I fuck you.”

* * * *

It was all the warning he gave. Gabriel slammed the entire length of his rigid dick into Madelyn’s sweet warmth and nearly gasped at the grasping, exotic pleasure of being inside her.

She tried to pull away, but he kept her firmly in place then reached around and grabbed onto her tits. He held her loosely, but with enough pressure to remind her who was in charge.

Noah groaned and stroked her hair, his eyes half-closed with satisfaction.

“She doing right by you, man?”

“Fuck yeah,” Noah panted. “I don’t ever remember her mouth being so good.” He arched and his nostrils flared. Satisfaction swirled over his face. “Damn, the bitch is going to milk me dry.”

Gabriel knew the feeling. His shaft, buried deep inside her pussy, throbbed from the silken, heated flesh surrounding him.

He’d never felt anything like the sweetness that was Madelyn’s body.

He flexed his cock, and she reacted instantly, her hips shunting backward even though he was buried as far as he could go. The head of his dick nudged her wet inner muscles which then gripped him as he pulled slowly out.