Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“Can I look?”

“Absolutely not until it’s finished.”

“That’s not fair,” she said, pouting. “I’m dying to see how you’ve made me look.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Patience is a virtue.”

“I’ll have to take your word for that one.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that about you. The guys and I are gonna have to teach you how to wait for what you want and let it come to you.”

Sabine shot him a challenging look. “Well, you’re welcome to try, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“We’ve never failed.”

Sabine met his gaze and held it. “Yet.”

They both laughed. “You’ll see,” he said.

“Perhaps, but right now I’d better get in the shower and wash this paint off. Then I daresay Mulligan would appreciate a run.”

At the mention of his name Mulligan got up, shook himself, and wagged his fronds.

“No washing for you, young lady. At least not yet.”

“But I can’t go down to dinner like this.”

“Sure you can.” Gabe pulled his shorts back on. “I’ll take the mutt out for you in a minute, but first we’re gonna give Fin and Otto a nice surprise.”

Sabine thought about it. Thanks to the paint she didn’t actually feel naked. She also knew that she looked pretty damned good the way she was right now. She felt sexy in a classy sort of way and wanted the others to see her like that. She didn’t even mind sitting through dinner naked, such was the confidence she now felt in her ability to hold their attention.

Who would have thought it? It was as though the old Sabine had morphed into a stranger literally overnight, and she liked the person she’d become. This new, improved version of herself no longer analysed absolutely everything she did, checking all the angles before acting. She simply went with what felt right and didn’t give a toss for the consequences. She had been sensible and diligent her entire life—until Pearson screwed her mother over, that is—which was the turning point. She was now starting to realize just what she’d missed out on.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

“Not so fast.”

Gabe caught her hand and pulled her back toward him. She half hoped he might kiss her. Instead he fastened a collar carefully round her neck.

“You know what that represents?”

She lowered her eyes immediately. “Yes, I do.”

“You okay with it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Come on, then, let’s get this show on the road.”

Mulligan preceded them down the stairs and burst into the kitchen, wagging his entire body as he conducted a search for snacks. He had plenty of energy, it seemed, having snoozed the day away in Gabe’s studio.

“Hey, fella,” Fin said, scratching his ears. “You ready to go out?”

“I’ll take him,” Otto said, “and you finish off dinner. I expect those two are…fucking hell!”

Otto stopped talking when Sabine walked into the kitchen and simply gaped at her. Fin turned from the stove, blinked like he thought his vision might be defective, and dropped a spoon on the floor with a loud clatter.

“Hey, guys,” she said with a casual smile. “What’s for dinner?”

“You are,” Otto said, gulping. “No question. Shit, Gabe, what have you done to her? She looks amazing.”

“And then some,” Fin agreed.

“My art has risen to new levels,” Gabe said grandly.

“Bet that wasn’t the only thing that rose up there,” Otto said.

“You’re right,” Sabine told him smugly. “It wasn’t.”

“I’d better take the mutt out whilst I’m still capable of walking,” Otto said, glancing down at his fly. “Er, things are on the rise again.”

“Hang on to it,” Fin said. “I have a feeling you’re gonna need it later.”

“I’d damned well better,” he said, dropping a kiss on the top of Sabine’s head and whistling to Mulligan.

During the course of dinner, Sabine gradually felt more and more empowered, ready to conquer the world. That was probably because the guys continually looked at her with such open admiration. She’d never known anything quite like it before and suddenly understood how truly beautiful women must feel. Okay, so it was probably Gabe’s gorgeous painting that they were actually admiring, but she was still determined to take some of the credit. After all, without her there wouldn’t
be
a painting.

Fin fetched a cushion for her chair while Gabe poured her a glass of wine. All three of them made excuses to touch her and kept right on staring. She lapped up attention that would once have made her uncomfortable. She had no idea what she ate, but knew it was delicious, and she consumed a huge amount of it.

“I’ll finish up getting fat if you keep feeding me like this,” she said.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Otto said, winking at her. “We’ll find a way for you to burn it all off again.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” she said, causing all three of them to laugh.

“You realize,” Fin said over dessert, “that if you play with us all now, Sabine, you have to abide by our house rules.”

She pushed aside her empty plate. “What rules?”

“You submit to all three of us and do whatever we ask of you without question.”

“Agreed.”

“We won’t ask you to do anything that you won’t enjoy.”

“You speak only when spoken to,” Otto added, “and never, ever make suggestions of your own.”

“And here’s the really challenging part,” Gabe said. “You only get to come when we say you can.”

“Ah, that might be a bit of a problem.”

“No, it won’t be,” Fin said firmly. “And it’ll be one hell of a lot better if you can learn to hold back.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll do better than try,” Fin retorted. “You’ll do as you’re damned well told.”

Her pussy leaked all over the cushion, just because Fin was getting tough with her. She loved masterful men, and suddenly she had three of them all offering to fuck her senseless. Hell, she needed to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t some sort of crazy erotic dream. Except her dreams had never been that adventurous before.

They were acting all macho, but their scorching expressions gave them away. They were as turned-on as she was by their plans for her, and Sabine was suddenly in a tearing hurry to discover the precise nature of those plans.

“We need a safety word,” Otto said.

“Right, I was getting to that.” Fin focused smouldering green eyes on her face. “If you want to stop at any time, or don’t like something we do to you, you just say the word
outtake,
and we’ll quit immediately. Okay?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“It might get a little rough,” Gabe told her, “but our aim is to give you pleasure, not to hurt you, so—”

“I know,” she said, “if I want to stop, I say
outtake.”

“Just a moment,” Otto said, standing up. “Gabe’s artwork is awesome, but we need to add a little something.”

He ran up the stairs, taking them three at a time, and returned a short time later with a pair of black thigh-length boots with impossibly high heels.

“Try these on for size, babe.”

Sabine stood up, leaned a hand on Otto’s broad shoulder for support, and manoeuvred one foot into the first boot. It was a little large but otherwise fine. She donned its twin and wobbled about until she got her balance. The three men exchanged admiring glances.

“Outstanding,” Gabe said.

“I’ve been waiting all my life for her,” Otto agreed.

Fin glanced at his two buddies. “I think we all have.”

“Right, come on, then.” As Fin stood up, Sabine was encouraged to see the large bulge at the front of his pants. “Can you walk in those things?”

“I’ll try.”

Her feet slipped about inside the boots, and she almost lost her balance. Fin’s muscular arm slipped round her waist and saved her from taking a tumble. Laughing, he scooped her into his arms and headed for the stairs.

“This is getting to be a habit,” he said.

Mulligan tried to follow along behind them, but Otto extracted a large beef bone from the fridge and gave it to him out on the terrace.

“You’re too young to witness this,” he told the dog.

Sabine could see that Mulligan wasn’t listening. He’d already forgotten all about her, and his attention was entirely focused on the bone. She felt a fresh wave of appreciation wash through her. The guys appeared to have thought of everything.

Fin strode along the corridor with her in his arms, Otto and Gabe flanking him. They bypassed all the bedroom doors and entered a room at the far end of the floor, which Sabine assumed was another spare room. She gasped when she got inside, and Fin placed her on the floor.

“Wow!” was all she could think to say.

Sabine blinked as she accustomed her eyes to the dim lighting, supplied by dozens of scented candles that threw out atmospheric shadows and totally sealed the mood of expectancy. The walls were scarlet, and every type of contraption she could imagine, and many of which she never would have in a million years, were suspended from the walls. Whips, masks, chains, hoods, and a whole array of sex toys. She had no idea what half of them were for but was more than happy to find out since she’d be hard-pressed to find three more-capable tutors.

“Like what you see?” Gabe asked.

“Yes, sir.”

She lowered her eyes, shy suddenly, wondering what they’d do to her first. The room was dominated by a huge circular bed, but there were various other items of furniture scattered about. One contraption looked a bit like a cross, and there was another bed that resembled a massage table.

“The rule tonight, Sabine,” Fin said, “is that you’re not allowed to utter a word whilst we’re fucking you.”

Sabine gulped. That was asking a lot. Too much. She was vocal about sex and couldn’t imagine suppressing the need to express herself.

“Not even a moan or a sigh,” Otto added.

Damn, I’ll never manage it.

“And definitely no asking for it harder or faster,” Gabe said, grinning.

“Do you understand?” Fin asked. “And do you agree to our terms?”

Hell, no, I want to scream my head off when you fuck me.
“Yes, master,” she said, eyes downcast.

Otto produced fluffy restraints and shackled her hands in front of her. Gabe fixed a leash to her collar.

“Go and stand in the corner with your back to us,” Fin said curtly.

She did so, every single part of her trembling with a combination of curiosity, excitement, and desire. She had no idea what they were doing whilst her back was turned, but whatever it was, it didn’t require her participation. She heard them chatting quietly amongst themselves but suspected that they kept their voices deliberately low just to taunt her. She couldn’t make out any of their words but guessed they must be discussing their plans for her. She sensed them sending her frequent glances, but they didn’t address a single remark her way.

And the anticipation was slowly killing her.

Expectation and an overload of testosterone fuelled the atmosphere, a heady combination that made her feel both giddy with desire and concerned that she wouldn’t be enough for three such alpha males. Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t stand being ignored for a moment longer, someone tugged on the leash.

“Turn round, Sabine, and walk slowly toward us.”

It was Fin who spoke. She tried to do as he asked but didn’t make an auspicious start. She was fully aware that she wasn’t permitted to make a single sound. Even so, the sight of the three of them seated side by side, stark naked and fully aroused, made it impossible for her to stifle the gasp that slipped past her lips.

“No noise!” Fin jerked the leash hard. “Now, come and join us.”

Sabine couldn’t walk as elegantly as she would have liked to in the overlarge boots. She did her best, putting one foot carefully in front of the other, trying hard not to sway on the flimsy heels. She kept her eyes lowered, but there was nothing she could do about her face heating with anticipation, or her heart thumping so loud that she was sure they must be able to hear it.

She reached Fin and stood stock-still, waiting to be told what to do next.

“Get down on your knees,” he said.

Grateful to come down from the dangerously high boots, she did as he asked, awkward with her shackled hands. Fin spread his legs wide.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

Unable to use her hands, Sabine fell back on ingenuity and experience. Her previous boyfriend had been hot on her giving him head, and she’d been well tutored in the art. She slid her lips playfully over the tip of his prick, which twitched as soon as her tongue made contact with it. She leaned farther forward as she took him all the way into her mouth, which necessitated sticking her butt farther in the air. As soon as she did that, someone brought a switch down across it. Only having Fin’s cock in her mouth prevented her from screaming as she waited for the pain to transmute to pleasure.

As it did so, her body was consumed with a warm, tingling sensation that drove her wild. She sucked harder at Fin’s cock, tracing the line of the prominent vein down its length with her tongue. She heard him suck in a breath just as one of the others spanked her so hard that she almost reflexively bit Fin’s most prized possession. Moisture seeped from her cunt, and her nipples felt painfully hard. This was exquisite torture in its purest form, and Sabine was in seventh heaven.