Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (21 page)

Gabriel turned to Liam, his eyes dancing with mirth. “You should be quiet, sub. You’ve had your fair share of excitement already.”

Gabriel laughed as Liam blushed, and Jessie couldn’t help but join in Gabriel’s laughter.

Earlier that morning, they’d all awoken to a chorus of feminine shrieks. Gabriel had bounded out of bed, naked as a jaybird, and had struck a defensive pose before he was even fully awake. Jessie, previously sandwiched between the men, had responded with a shriek of her own before yanking the blankets up to her chin. Liam had simply stared around the room, sleepy and confused.

It seemed that one of the chambermaids had developed quite a crush on Liam since his arrival, and she had assumed he was single since he’d been sleeping alone. Although he’d politely but firmly stopped her advances, she’d proven tenacious and clearly didn’t want to give up on the gorgeous manservant. That morning she’d decided to up her game, arriving in Liam’s room wearing nothing but her tiny apron and carrying a feather duster. The poor girl had nearly had a heart attack when she’d arrived in Liam’s bedroom and found him in bed with not only Jessie, but Gabriel as well, in a tangle of naked limbs.

All would have been well, since the girl knew enough to begin backing quietly out of the room, but for Gabriel’s finely honed instincts. Sensing a presence in the room even in his sleep, he’d leapt at the poor girl, his dark hair flying around his head and his manhood on full display. Jessie still wasn’t sure what had frightened the maid more, Gabriel’s terrifyingly quick reaction time, or his enormous morning erection.

Half the household had come running. Gabriel, sensing no threat, had taken pity on the girl staring at his dick and had wrapped a blanket around his waist. When the rest of the servants had contented themselves that no one was being murdered, they’d calmly gone back to their beds. When Jessie pulled Maggie aside later on, stammering out an apology, Maggie had patted her hand and shushed her.

“We’re more than used to His Grace’s antics, Miss Jessamy. Frankly, we’re delighted for all three of you, since we’re willing to wager he’s met his match in you and Liam.”

That comment had banished the rest of Jessie’s hesitance. She’d arrived at breakfast a different person, secure in her love for her men and secure in how she felt about herself. Gabriel had insisted she tell Liam about Edward, and afterward, the three of them talked about their shared perversions. The conversation had been arousing to say the least, and they’d ultimately agreed that any time Jessie felt the weight of Edward’s words, she’d strip off her clothes and ask Gabriel to spank her. If Gabriel wasn’t around, she was to give Liam a blow job. Orders like these, Jessie was happy to follow.

After they’d finished eating, Gabriel had asked to show her and Liam around Hartley House. The three of them had walked, hand in hand, from one glorious room to the next. Jessie and Liam were sincere in their compliments, and Jessie was tickled to see Gabriel blush each time they complimented him.

After wandering through the house for some time, Jessie could sense that Gabriel was getting nervous. She reached for his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, not sure what was wrong, as they approached a door in a remote corner on the upper floor of the mansion.

Gabriel regarded her and Liam for a moment before letting go of Jessie’s hand and moving toward the door. “This, my lovely subs, is where you get to see exactly how nasty your Dom is.” With that, Gabriel threw back the door and motioned them through.

Jessie gasped. Through the door was the most decadent, gorgeous bedroom she’d ever seen. It screamed Gabriel. The floor was dark, polished wood like the other floors of Hartley House, but that was where the similarities to the other rooms in the mansion ended. There was a huge stone fireplace dominating one wall, and an enormous bed opposite. Jessie didn’t think she’d ever seen a bed that big before. The bed itself was big and dark like its owner, with ornately carved posts at each corner. Fixed to each post Jessie could see what looked like iron rings.

As she scanned the rest of the room, she was struck by the richness of the reds and blacks that flowed from floor to ceiling, tempered by the softness of creams here and there in the myriad pillows scattered about the room. There was a pair of massive leather chairs before the fireplace, and one wall sported a bank of windows that ran almost from floor to ceiling. Jessie was drawn to those windows, and she crossed the room to look outside. The view was spectacular since they were so high up, the rugged perfection of the moors surrounding Hartley House the perfect backdrop to the masculine beauty of Gabriel’s bedroom.

Jessie turned to Gabriel, unsurprised that Liam stood beside her at the window. He, too, had been drawn to the view. “Gabriel, this is incredible.”

Gabriel relaxed visibly. “You like it?”

Jessie walked to him, putting her arms around his waist. “It’s beautiful, Your Grace.”

Gabriel squeezed her hip. “Good. I hoped you’d like it, since you’ll be spending many hours in this room, little sub.”

Jessie felt her pussy clench. It had been so long since they’d played!

Gabriel, it seemed, wasn’t done with the tour. “Keep exploring, my dears. You’ll notice a door on that wall.”

Jessie looked to where Gabriel pointed, and sure enough, a door led out from the room. Jessie frowned. “Gabriel, we didn’t pass any doorways in the corridor on our way here.”

Gabriel smiled, his smile a wolf’s smile. “That’s because the only way you can get in—or out, for that matter—of the rest of the rooms in my suite is to go through the bedroom. Or through the sitting room at the end, which you haven’t seen yet. Go on, go see where the door leads.”

Feeling like Alice down the rabbit hole, Jessie offered her hand to Liam as he opened the door Gabriel had pointed out. They left the bedroom through the door, and on the other side Jessie found herself in a bathroom that looked like something straight out of Ancient Greece or Rome. There was a sunken tub up on a platform, and the tub was definitely big enough for all of them. Jessie felt like she was positively drooling as her eyes took in the oversized shower, noting the multiple showerheads on the walls as well as the ceiling. She was getting all sorts of naughty ideas about this bathroom, and as her eyes caressed the white-veined black marble, she didn’t think she’d ever seen such a hedonistic space.

Jessie took that thought back as Gabriel ushered them without a word into the next room in the suite. She felt her mouth go slack and her pussy cream as she took in the room around her. Without a trace of doubt, Jessie shed her clothes, and she felt Liam doing the same thing beside her. They folded each garment neatly, knowing that high protocol would always be expected in this room. As both subs sank to their knees, Jessie couldn’t help but steal one last peek around, not even knowing what some of the apparatus and equipment was for. She was sure Gabriel would explain it to her, and she thought with a shiver it would likely be demonstration based.

Peeking between her lashes at her Dom, Jessie felt her heart melt and her womb tighten. Gabriel had removed his shirt and unbound his hair, and he stood in front of her looking more calm and sure of himself than she’d ever seen him. And well he might be. In this room, he was king. Jessie and Liam were like lambs to their wolf, and found themselves in his den, ready for his feasting. Gabriel had ended the tour of Hartley House by bringing his subs to his playroom.

Jessie could barely hold still she was so turned on. She snaked her hand out and held Liam’s in her own, wanting to share the nervous arousal coursing through her with him. He squeezed her hand.

“Did I give you permission to touch one another?” Gabriel’s voice was cool and measured, and Jessie found herself craving his domination.

Jessie and Liam answered as one. “No, Your Grace.” They let their hands fall back to their sides.

Gabriel’s attention shifted to Liam. “Lady Jessamy is going to be punished, Liam. Would you care to help?”

Jessie could feel Liam’s excitement as his breathing quickened and he gave his answer to Gabriel. “Yes, Your Grace, I would be honored.”

Gabriel moved closer to Liam, cupping the blond man’s chin in his hand and tilting Liam’s gaze up to meet his own. Jessie shivered as she felt the raw lust pouring off of each man. “Don’t forget, Liam, even though I invite you to aid in her punishment, I still top you. You do what I tell you to do.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Jessie could see Liam’s engorged cock jutting from the juncture of his thighs, and it jumped at Gabriel’s words.

“Yes, Your Grace. I understand.”

“Good.” Gabriel leaned down and Jessie watched unabashedly as he lowered his mouth to Liam’s, the sweet rub of their tongues against one another making Jessie’s already creaming pussy gush anew. She lowered her eyes once more as the primal kiss ended, and she felt Gabriel’s attention shift back to her.

“Lady Jessamy, you are going to be punished.” Gabriel’s tone was formal. “Do you know why?”

Jessie swallowed. She had a sneaking suspicion that no matter what she said, Gabriel would find things to add to the tally. She nodded hesitantly, not looking up from the floor as she directed her words to him. “I think so, Your Grace, but I’d be very grateful if Your Grace would be so kind as to remind me.”
There. That should cover all the bases.

Gabriel laughed softly. “You’d like to be reminded? All right.”

And with that, Jessie’s whole world tilted as Gabriel lifted her right off the floor and put her over his shoulder. The room spun as Jessie clung for dear life to Gabriel’s waistband, gasping for breath as he made his way leisurely to a piece of furniture that looked much like a narrow picnic table. Jessie corrected herself mentally. She’d noticed that table when she’d first entered the room, and she’d never before seen a picnic table with a padded top and padded benches on either side. There were also straps of varying lengths all over the contraption.

“On your knees, Lady.” Gabriel unceremoniously plunked Jessie down on the tabletop, and she immediately rose to her knees. No way was she about to defy him now!

Jessie flushed as Gabriel addressed her once more. His tone of voice was patient, but she could hear an undercurrent in it that made her jittery, shy, and aroused all at once.

“Not like that, love. Straddle the table. Kneel on the supports.”

Jessie blushed, but did as she was told. She knew as she spread her legs, a knee on each bench and her belly on the table, that Gabriel and Liam had an unimpeded view of her creaming pussy. She prayed she wasn’t dripping onto the black leather tabletop.

“Perfect,” Gabriel crooned. “Just a few adjustments, my lovely sub.”

Jessie practically melted as she felt Gabriel’s big hand run down her spine from nape to tail. She wasn’t sure when they were going to get to actual punishment, but so far this wasn’t bad at all.

Her impression changed drastically in the next moment as she felt a hand on each of her calves. She felt deft fingers loop a strap around her leg, just where her knee bent, and she knew Gabriel and Liam were working in tandem. She moaned as they bound her legs to the supporting benches on either side of the table. The sensation of being helpless to stop whatever Gabriel planned was too delicious to believe. She squealed as Gabriel’s hand that had only moments ago been stroking her back so softly flattened and pushed her so that her shoulders were right down to the tabletop. She turned her face to the side so her nose didn’t get smushed, and she became aware of another strap tightening around her waist. She squirmed, a little alarmed at being so effectively immobilized, and almost instantly earned a sharp slap on her ass.

“Stay still, sub.” Gabriel’s voice cracked like a whip, and Jessie stilled instantly. She was actually panting from the irresistible combination of nervousness and arousal that coursed through her system.

“Hands on the table.” Gabriel’s voice was harsh now, and Jessie knew he was loving how she looked, all spread out like a feast.

She picked her hands up from where they’d dropped to each side of the table and lifted them back up, placing them on the table above her head. She felt warm, callused palms caressing her fingers.
Liam.
Jessie held his fingers in her own, and she could feel the excitement pour from his body into hers. She gasped. She gasped again when Liam tugged her hands above her head, forcing her arms to straighten. He continued to rub his thumbs against the backs of her hands, and Jessie was soothed even as she heard Gabriel speak.

“Like that, Liam. Hold her still.”

Jessie was aware of Liam’s hands, so strong and warm on her own, as Gabriel bound her wrists together and tied them to the top of the table. He’d left her enough slack so that she could grip the edge if she chose, but she was now completely immobile. Liam stroked her once more, giving her hands a soft squeeze, and then he was gone.

As she shifted subtly, testing the strength of Gabriel’s bonds, Jessie was surprised that, although she was entirely bound, it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. The thickly padded table and supports were surprisingly lush, and she was able to move enough that she wouldn’t lose circulation. She breathed out slowly, letting herself relax.

Jessie stiffened in the next instant as she felt something cold being poured down the crack of her ass. She groaned as she felt two hands grip her cheeks, pulling them apart. Jessie’s face flamed as she realized that one—or both—of her men were looking at her most private, secret entrance.

“What a lovely asshole you have, Lady Jessamy.” Gabriel’s voice poured over her like warm honey. “Like a pink rosebud waiting to bloom.” Jessie groaned again, closing her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was talking about her bottom like that!

“Spread her a little more, Liam.”

Jessie’s eyes flew open. She was startled that Liam was the one spreading her cheeks, but in her current position she could hardly turn around to check. She squeaked as her cheeks were spread even farther, making her asshole sting a little.