Secrets in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

“See,” Isaac said in a taunting voice. “He’s not just an ugly face.”

  “No, he’s definitely not that.”

  “I’d say the lady deserves a reward for being so inventive,” Isaac said, flashing a wicked smile.

  Drew’s grin heated the air between them. “Sounds like a plan.”

  “I take it we’re done with the diaries for now,” Farah said.

  “Can’t seem to concentrate,” Isaac replied, flicking a finger across one of her breasts. “Don’t know what the distraction could possibly be.”

  “Well, it just so happens that I’m ready to take a break.” Farah shared a glance between them. “Besides, you said I get a reward. I love surprises. What do I get?”

  “Us!” they said together.

  “Hmm, this just keeps getting better and better.”

  “What can I say?” Drew leaned in for a kiss. “Have to finish what Great-Granny started.”

  “She wasn’t Isaac’s granny,” Farah said, sending him a teasing smile.

  “Aw, baby, that’s just plain mean.” He coiled her hair around his hand and tugged. “And it’s just earned you a punishment.”

  “Go easy with her,” Drew warned. “She’s injured, remember.”

  “I know that. Talking of which, we need to attend to her bruises.”

  The two men stripped her naked in no time flat. Farah stayed right where she was, her head rested in Isaac’s lap, while Drew went to get the ointment. He returned and gently rubbed it into her bruises, his touch deliberately teasing.

  “They’re fading already,” he said.

  “That’s good,” she said dreamily, closing her eyes. “You have magic fingers, Doctor Baldwin.”

  Isaac shared a glance with Drew. Their lovely partner was almost asleep, which was a good thing. Presumably she’d been up most of the night reading, and now needed to relax. She would, too, but not quite yet.

  “I want to try something,” he told Drew.

  “What?” Farah asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  Isaac toed his shoes off and dispensed with his shirt.

  “Hmm, that’s better.” Farah ran her fingers across his chest and snuggled her head on his shoulder. “Love your chest. Soooo hunky.”

  “Why thank you, ma’am.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Isaac chuckled. “It damned soon will be.”

  He lifted Farah’s head from his shoulder, ignoring her little moan of protest while he dealt with the rest of his clothing. He’d left a bag of goodies on the floor by his chair, which he now reached for.

  “Sit up, sweetheart. Let’s get this on you.”

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “It’s a karada,” Isaac replied, brandishing a coil of non-abrasive rope. “Or will be by the time I’m finished.”

  “A what?”

  “It’s used in rope bondage,” Drew explained. “Isaac’s into rope in a big way.”

  “Bet your life I am. I can’t wait to see you all trussed up and completely helpless, darlin’.” Isaac tied the necessary knots quickly and efficiently. “These are quick-release safety knots. I use them every day to tie up the horses.” He chuckled. “Every time I do so from now on, I’ll think of you, darlin’, looking drop-dead gorgeous, at my complete mercy.”

  Isaac bound her arms against her sides and left Farah’s tits peeping through the resulting holes. One rope went around the back of her neck and she gasped when he passed another around her cunt, parting her pussy lips so it went right on up there and she could rub against it.

  “You okay, darlin’?”

  “Hmm, fine.”

  “I haven’t gone near your bruises, or your bad leg, but tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

  “Are you going to fuck me while I’m tied up like this?” Her eyes glowed at the prospect.

  “Count on it, sweet thing.”

  Isaac gathered her in his arms, carried her to the bed, and sat on the edge of it. With her still in his arms, he flipped her over so that she lay face down across his thighs.

  “I’m going to spank your butt, darlin’,” he said in a soft, velvety voice. “You’ve been a bad girl and have to be punished.”

  “I do?”

  “Oh yeah. I really get off on spanking, but if you don’t wanna try it, just say so.”

  “Well…I guess I have been pretty badly behaved.”

  “Shit!” Drew stepped out of his own clothes and stood where Farah could see him, even from her upside-down position, sporting a massive hard-on. “Reckon she might enjoy that butt plug again before you start your chastisement, buddy.”

  “Good thinking.”

  Drew moved up behind her with lube and the appropriate plug. He kissed both butt cheeks and then lightly bit them. Isaac saw a shudder pass through Farah, but didn’t think it was because she was cold, or repulsed. Her whimper implied she was already into what they were doing to her, and was having fun.

  “Do you like being trussed up like this, ready to be punished, sweetheart?” he asked.

  “Yeah, it’s liberating in a weird sort of way.”

  “That’s it, honey.” Drew moved the rope aside, applied lube to her anus with a slick finger, and then slid the plug into her. “Let your inhibitions go. If Great-Granny could think that way a hundred years ago, you sure as hell can now.”

  “You think Great-Granny was into anal sex?”

  Drew laughed. “Nothing would surprise me about that old gal. It’s nothing new, honey. People have been doing this sort of stuff for centuries. They just didn’t yell about it like folks do now.”

  “Hmm, I guess you’re right.”

  “Always!”

  Isaac watched her take the plug without flinching. He could see she’d quickly adapted to the way it made her feel, so he figured it was time to take her a step farther. Without giving her any warning, he brought his hand down lightly over her butt.

  “Just remember what we taught you yesterday, darlin’. Roll with the pain and see where it takes you.”

  “What pain?”

  Isaac laughed, and spanked her a little harder. And then harder still. He could tell from the grunts and moans that slipped past Farah’s lips that she loved it. That shouldn’t have surprised him because he already knew how responsive she was. When her ass was delightfully pink, Isaac righted her on his lap and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

  “Okay,” he said when he broke it. “Let’s get you comfortable.” He eased her onto her back. “Open your legs for us, darlin’, and bring your knees up.”

  As soon as she did so, Isaac pulled the rope around her cunt aside and slid a huge vibrator into her. With the rope back in place it couldn’t slip out, so he switched it on at a low speed.

  “Oh!”

  “Like that, do you?” Drew asked. “Do you like having a vibrator up your cunt and a plug up your ass?”

  “Hell, yes, especially when I can’t move my hands. I love being so vulnerable because I trust you both.”

  “You’ll be begging for mercy by the time we’re done with you,” Drew replied, chuckling.

  “You’re pretty damned sure of yourself.”

  “That’s ’cause I’m gonna give you an orgasm for being such a good student, and while I’m doing that you’re gonna suck Isaac’s cock,” Drew said.

  Isaac knelt across her body and slipped the tip of his throbbing penis into her mouth.

  Farah sipped delicately at his arousal, tormenting his glans with her talented lips. She then sucked him deep, her tongue working its wicked magic as she messed with his self-control. Isaac closed his eyes and threw his head back. This time he’d let her finish what she’d started. She licked him from his head to his balls and back again, causing Isaac to groan. Yep, he was definitely gonna come in her mouth.

  “I’m turning the vibrator up high and sliding it in and out of your slick cunt, darlin’,” Drew said. “And I’m betting the rope’s cutting into you and keeping that plug secure in your butt. You like what’s
happening?”

  She obviously couldn’t answer Drew, not with her mouth so completely full. She made a grunting sound instead, and Drew laughed.

  “Thought so,” he said. “Now I’m gonna squeeze my hand beneath your ass. Lift your hips for me, honey, and I’ll push that plug deeper. I know that’s what you want me to do.”

  Farah lifted her hips, started to move them, and didn’t stop.

  “Shit, she really does do this well!” Isaac ground his jaw, teetering on the brink.

  So too was Farah if the speed with which she moved her hips was anything to judge by. Isaac knew Drew was desperate to fuck her ass, but wouldn’t do so unless he was sure she was ready for it. He’d be pushing the plug a little deeper about now, Isaac figured, to distend her and get her used to the idea.

  “That’s it, Farah honey, keep doing that cute thing with your tongue, and I’m gonna cream the back of your throat something good.”

  She mumbled something and moved her hips faster still. Drew flicked a finger across her clit at the precise time that Isaac screamed her name and shot his load deep into her mouth. Farah almost bit his cock in half as her body went into spasms.

  “Shit, honey, I think I just died and went to heaven,” he said, sliding out of her mouth and falling onto the bed beside her, breathing heavily. He ran a hand possessively across her bound body. “That was awesome.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “You all right, darlin’?” Drew asked as Isaac removed the karada, vibrator, and butt plug, and went to fetch a washcloth to clean her up.

  “Hmm, wonderful!” She stretched her arms about her head the moment they were freed, indulged in a slow, elegant squirm, and then ran her tongue repeatedly across her lower lip. “You guys sure know all the right buttons to push.”

  “We do our humble best.”

  “Humph! You’re many things, Drew Baldwin, but humble certainly ain’t one of them.”

  “Honey, that’s the nicest thing you ever said to me.”

  Farah laughed and threw up her hands. “I give up,” she said.

  Drew lay beside her and pulled her into his arms while Isaac cleaned up her pussy. Her juices had flowed so freely around the vibrator that they’d run all down her thighs.

  “Doze for a while,” Drew said, kissing the top of her head. “I can sense that you’re beat.”

  “But you? You haven’t—”

  “I can wait, darlin’. Don’t you worry none about me.”

  “Well, all right. Perhaps I will rest, just for a few minutes.”

  With her head on his chest she expelled a deep sigh and almost immediately the tenor of her breathing changed. It became slower, more regular, and she was asleep in seconds. Drew stroked her hair, perfectly content to watch her sleep for as long as she needed to. Isaac lay on her opposite side, a hand resting possessively on her thigh. The two men made eye contact across her prone body and smiled—no words necessary.

  They’d found what they’d been looking for all these years and would never let Farah go. The question of her employment was the only downside. He and Isaac had discussed it, and both of them balked at the idea of her returning to work as a detective. They’d never have a moment’s peace if she did. Isaac was all for telling her, but Drew had advised caution. She’d run away from Sanctuary, partly because her father and brothers had tried to protect her from the world and dictate her movements. Farah needed to decide for herself that she would rather stay with them than return to Billings and only see them on her downtime. That didn’t mean there was anything wrong with a little subtle persuasion though, and Drew already had a few ideas brewing in that respect.

  First things first, he thought. Unless—until—they resolved the infamous dispute they might not be staying in Sanctuary. Drew had just purchased a practice here, but he’d let that go in a heartbeat and start up some place else if necessary. If it was a choice between work and having Farah as a permanent presence in his life, free from familial interference, it was no contest.

  Isaac, he knew, felt the same way. The Baldwin spread was every bit as much Isaac’s home as it was Drew’s—more so really because he’d been here all the time Drew had been working in Denver, communing with nature and building up a bond with some of the animals. He loved the place, but already loved Farah more.

  Farah slept solidly without moving a muscle for over two hours. Both men were gazing at her when she opened her eyes and blinked as though she couldn’t quite remember where she was. Her somnolent smile sent shivers down Drew’s spine, making him wonder if he’d somehow lost the plot. How could something as innocuous as a woman’s smile have such a profound effect upon him?

  Most women’s wouldn’t, of course. More than one had tried to make an impression upon him with flirtatious smiles over the years, but they’d done nothing for him. Only this particular woman got past his defenses. She always had, and they’d been idiots to let their families keep them apart. If he’d known his feelings had been reciprocated, that wouldn’t have happened, of course. Drew, who thought he’d always risen above the family’s neuroses, now understood that he’d been caught up in them, too. His mind flitted to Great-Grandma Mary-Ann and he made a silent vow not to repeat her mistakes.

  “Hey,” he said, running his index finger lightly down Farah’s face. “Feeling better?”

  “How long did I sleep?” She glanced toward the window. The drapes were open and it was now dark outside. “It only felt like two minutes.”

  “Make that two hours.”

  “Goodness!” She laughed. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

  “Ain’t that the truth.” Isaac dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead.

  “Tell me about your life in Billings,” Drew said. “I don’t believe it was all work and no play. There has to be someone special.” I’ll beat him to a pulp if there is, but I need to know.

  “No, not really.” She paused. “Well, that’s not precisely true. There was someone for a while. He works as technical backup with the squad. He’s brilliant with on-line stuff, and we had fun for a while, but it didn’t work out.”

  “Good!” they said together.

  “Actually, it’s not good. He wasn’t happy that we broke up and kept calling me. He’s continued to call all the time I’ve been home, but I haven’t taken his calls.”

  Drew didn’t like the sound of that, but he resisted the temptation to say he’d sort if for her. If she needed his help, she’d ask for it.

  “He’ll get the message,” he said.

  “I hope so. He’s a nice guy, but nothing more than that.”

  She wriggled into a sitting position, slid off the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Drew heard the toilet flush and the tap running. Then she returned, walking slowly toward the bed, hips swaying and a devilish light in her eye.

  “I think I owe you something, Doctor,” she said, sitting beside him and pushing the hair away from his eyes.

  He treated her to his sexiest smile. “I believe you do, but hell if I can remember what.”

  “Need me to jog your memory?”

  “Old age is a terrible thing,” Isaac said, grinning.

  “Yeah, a reminder wouldn’t go amiss,” Drew said, shooting Isaac the finger.

  He pulled her into his arms, her soft curves a thrilling contrast to the hard planes of his own body. Dear God, he loved to touch her, and didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of her. Fiercely protective feelings streaked through him—feelings he had to keep under wraps for fear of spooking her.

  His lips captured hers, his hands roaming to her breasts, even though that meant leaving daylight between their bodies—an unsatisfactory state of affairs that couldn’t be allowed to continue for long. Drew savored the taste of her mouth until his own emotions were in danger of running out of control. Opening his eyes he observed Isaac seated on the floor below them both, idly playing with her instep. Yeah, Farah had neat feet all right, and loved them to be touched.

  “You ready to do
a little experimenting?” he asked her, breaking the kiss.

  “You want anal sex?” Her eyes flared but Drew thought he saw excitement rather than fear reflected in them.

  “Only if you’re okay with it.”

  “I want to please you, Drew. I’ve dreamed of pleasing you for an embarrassingly long time.”

  “You please me just by being here with us, darlin’. You don’t have to move out of your comfort zone.”

  “Perhaps I want to.” She canted her head, indescribably endearing as she glanced up at him from beneath her lowered lashes with her heart reflected in her eyes. “You’ve excited my curiosity.”

  Drew laughed. “Oh, I think you can leave it to me to excite a bit more than that, if you’ll trust me.”

  “I trust you both, absolutely.”

  “That’s good, darlin’. Now, how about Isaac returns the favor and goes down on you while I take care of the other matter?”

  * * * *

  A strong pair of arms lifted Farah up and turned her face down on the bed.

  “Get on your hands and knees for me, darlin’.”

  Farah was in position before Drew had finished making the demand. Her enthusiasm appeared to amuse her two lovers, and their throaty chuckles echoed around the otherwise quiet room.

  Isaac’s gloriously muscular torso came into her line of vision as he slid sideways beneath her, right under her pussy. She shivered as his mobile tongue snaked out and hit pay dirt, making her jerk when it agitated her throbbing clit. Just that one contact was enough to send her entire body into spasm. She was a hopeless case when it came to these two. They only had to touch her and it felt as though her body would self-combust.

  Completely taken up with the progress of Isaac’s tongue, Farah was still conscious of the bed dipping as Drew climbed up behind her and nibbled at her backside. No, make that nibbled and licked. His tongue drifted down the crack between her cheeks and circled her anus. She pushed back against him. What he was doing to her was lovely, but not nearly enough. As though reading her mind, Drew patted her butt and tutted.

  “All in good time, sugar,” he said. “These things should never be rushed.”