Trusting Her Two Doms [Knights in Black Leather 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “More, before I show you how good a wet bottom feels when my hand pops it.” He almost chuckled when she spread them so fast she nearly slipped.

  He steadied her then soaped her up nice and slick. Once he had her like he wanted her, Max turned her around and placed her hands on the ceramic tiled wall so that she was bent slightly at the waist.

  “Keep them there, precious. Don’t move them or I’ll punish you,” he said.

  “What are you doing, Max?” Her voice trembled just the tiniest amount.

  He let it slide over him, enjoying that slightest hint of trepidation, knowing she wasn’t really frightened, just nervous. He would never want a sub, much less his woman, to be scared of him or what he might do to her. Having a healthy dose of nervousness was another story though.

  He pressed his swollen cock against her backside and reached around to massage her breasts. She moaned as he used his nails to stimulate her hardened nipples until they were poking their hard tips into his hands. Letting one hand slide down her abdomen to slip between her pussy lips, he continued teasing her nipples with the other hand, alternating between the two. It didn’t take long for her to start pressing back against his dick as she grew hotter and more needy.

  Max continued to caress her clit with light, teasing strokes then dip a finger inside he sodden opening. He never gave her enough to satisfy her, instead, building her arousal to the point she’d do anything to come. He wanted to have her begging for more when he filled her cunt with his aching cock and started preparing her to take their dicks in her ass.

  “How does that feel, precious?” he asked as he tapped lightly on her clit.

  “So, good. More, Max. I need more.”

  “What do you call me when we’re in the apartment or the dungeon?” he asked, stopping everything.

  She whined, but caught herself. “Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Please don’t stop.”

  He smiled and continued playing with her. The slight whimper in her plea let him know she was closer than he had expected. Without stopping his teasing exploration of her pussy, Max reached above to the top of the wall separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom and grabbed a condom. He tore into it with his teeth then pulled back long enough to smooth it down his cock. Then he slid the covered shaft between her thighs and sawed back and forth across her sensitive clit with it.

  “Yes! Please, Sir. Fuck me. I need you,” Taylor pleaded.

  He leaned in and nibbled her neck. “Are you sure you’re ready, Taylor? I’m not so sure.”

  “God, yes! Don’t tease me.” She pressed back against him, offering her sweet ass to him.

  “Let’s test how ready you are, Taylor.” Max squeezed the soapy water from the cloth on her lower back then dragged the soapy concoction down the crack of her ass until he reached her back hole.

  He slowly circled around the tight opening with one finger. She stiffened under him.

  “Relax, precious. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to stretch you some so you can take our cocks when you’re ready.”

  Max pressed his finger against her dark cherry and slid the tip in without any problem. He could feel her tensing as she anticipated pain. When she didn’t feel any, her body began to relax around him. He used the opportunity to move in deeper. Again she tensed, but relaxed much faster this time.

  “Good, girl. Just relax,” he crooned close to her ear as he lightly pumped his finger in and out of her back hole.

  When he was sure she was taking it okay, Max removed his finger and washed it beneath the shower’s spray then ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing glide before lining his dick up with her slick opening. To his surprise, she was even wetter than she had been. Their little sub had liked it when he’d played with her ass. He couldn’t wait to tell Sawyer.

  Max gripped her hip with both hands and eased his cock between her pussy lips, sliding inside in slow torturous inches. Her heated oh, God had his dick jerking inside of her. The deeper he sank inside her white-hot cunt, the harder he grew until his jaw ached from the tension. He would not come yet!

  “So fucking tight.”

  Her answering whimper sounded so sweet to him. Max drew in a deep breath and began to stroke his cock in and out of her tight sheath, savoring how good it felt to be there. Then he gathered the soap that had collected in the hollow of her curved back and slowly pushed two fingers into her tiny rosette, sliding in past tender tissues not used to penetration. As he slowly worked them in and out of her ass, he marveled at how much tighter she would be when Sawyer took her there at the same time he filled her pussy.

  “Max?” Taylor’s strangled voice had him stopping in mid stroke.

  “What’s wrong, honey. Am I hurting you?”

  “Tight. It’s too much,” she said even as she tried to push back on him.

  “Do you need me to stop, precious?” God he hoped not, but he wouldn’t hurt her for anything.

  When she didn’t say anything right away, Max worried she was in pain and began to gently pull back, but she reached back to grab his hand where he held one hip.

  “No! Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Taylor. You have to tell me what you want.”

  “More. God! I don’t know. It feels too good.”

  Max smiled in relief. It was just overwhelming her was all. He bent over and kissed her shoulders then shoved inside her cunt before sliding out to repeat the movement again. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her back hole, building their orgasm higher and higher until he didn’t think he’d last another second.

  “Yes!” Taylor screamed out even as she began to bounce back into him, using the wall to brace herself when he returned her thrust. “Max!”

  He loved hearing his name on her lips. That, with the way her body clamped down around his dick, sent electrical impulses to his balls, gripping them to the point of pain. With one last thrust into her tight wet heaven, Max climaxed, filling the condom with his cum. Even as he pumped through the explosion, his muscles twitched with effort. He called out her name and all but roared with pleasure.

  By the time he’d flattened his feet from being up on tiptoes, he had a cramp in one calf. Cursing under his breath, Max carefully extracted his spent erection from her pussy and rinsed off his fingers in the cooling shower’s spray as he stomped his leg to ease the cramp. After discarding the used condom, he pulled Taylor back into his arms and kissed her shoulder then her neck.

  “That was fucking amazing, precious. You’re amazing.”

  When she didn’t say anything back, he frowned and turned her around to face him. There were tears in her eyes and a slight tremble to her lower lip. What the fuck? Had she lied and he’d hurt her after all?

  “Taylor. What…”

  “Nothing. I–I thought you were angry when you pulled away from me. Then you kissed me and I don’t know what to think,” she said shaking her head. “I can’t believe I let you touch me like that.”

  “I’m sorry, honey. I got a cramp in my leg. That’s how damn good it was. I’ve never had a cramp like that before. Are you sure I didn’t hurt you, Taylor?” He searched her face for any sign she was hiding the truth from him.

  “You didn’t hurt me. It was good. Really good. It’s just that I’ve never done anything like that before. God! I’ve never been with two men before either. It’s not right, Max.” Once again her eyes filled with tears.

  “Shhh, honey. There’s nothing wrong with being with two men who think the world of you. There’s nothing wrong with doing anything that feels good to everyone as long as no one is hurt. I’d never do anything to hurt you. It would tear me up inside to know that I’d harmed you in any way, Taylor.” He prayed she could come to grips with what they were offering her.

  The idea of going vanilla scared him. Then there was Sawyer, and he had a feeling that Taylor wouldn’t choose between them. He stopped thinking about it right there. He refused to accept that it wouldn’t work out. He’d been faced
with unbeatable odds before and prevailed. He wouldn’t give up now when everything important in his life was at stake, especially his heart.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Taylor walked out of the bedroom in the sleek pantsuit someone had brought for her to wear. It fit perfectly and its understated elegance gave her the added courage she needed to face Max and Sawyer again. Right then, she needed all the help she could get. Max had totally devastated her in the shower. How could she have allowed him to do those things to her?

  No matter how hard she tried to bolster her resistance to the two men, all it took was a look from them and it all crumbled at her feet—like right now. Max stood at the bar, spooning eggs onto a plate. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes raked her from head to foot. It tore at her defenses when he smiled. Then Sawyer caught her attention when he walked toward her from across the room. His slow, deliberate gait reminded her of a tiger stalking its prey. Her heart flipped in her chest.

  “You look amazing, babe.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in days.

  “Bring her over here, Sawyer so she can eat something,” Max said with a soft chuckle.

  Sawyer pulled back and shot the other man a rude hand gesture then slowly released Taylor. She swallowed as soon as she was able to draw a complete breath again. Then Sawyer turned her toward the kitchen and gave her a swat on her ass.

  “Get a move on. Max doesn’t like it when the food he’s cooked gets cold.”

  As soon as she made it to the bar, Max had a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast ready for her. Truth was, she was ravenous. Despite everything that had happened that morning, she still had an appetite and Max’s cooking was delicious. Still, she didn’t do it justice, leaving almost half of it on the plate.

  “Sorry. I’ve eaten all I can. It was wonderful, but I’m full.” She started to get up to carry her plate to the sink.

  “Sit, Taylor. We’ll get it,” Max said.

  “I can clean up after myself, Max.” She frowned at him.

  “We know you can, precious, but you don’t have to. Now sit there until we get finished. We need to talk about some things before you go to work.” Max added more coffee to her cup. “It’s not yours, but it will do.”

  Taylor couldn’t help but smile at that. She knew her coffee was good. She’d had years of practice. In fact, she’d learned how to make a good cup of coffee before she’d ever learned how to cook. She sighed. She really missed her parents. They might not have been the most attentive people, but they loved her just like she loved them.

  “What was that all about?” Sawyer asked as he piled her plate on top of his.

  “Nothing. I was just thinking about my parents. I miss them,” she admitted.

  He face softened. “I’m sure you do. When’s the last time you saw them?”

  “At Christmas. It hasn’t been that long.”

  “It’s natural to want the people you love and trust around you when you’re having problems, Taylor.” Max reached across the bar and squeezed her hand in his. “You’ve got Sawyer and me now.”

  Taylor tried to accept his comfort, but a vague feeling of unease threatened the breakfast she’d just finished. Not knowing who hated her so much that they would hire someone to hurt her, made her doubt just about everyone she knew. It just didn’t make sense.

  “Go sit in the other room, Taylor. Sawyer and I will join you as soon as we finish cleaning up.” Max released her hand.

  She slipped off the barstool and chose the club chair facing the couch. It was the perfect sort of chair to while away the hours enjoying a good book. She’d had one similar at home. She guessed that had been ruined along with everything else she’d owned. Dear God, what was she going to do now? She didn’t have the money to refurnish her house let alone buy a new wardrobe.

  The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew. She was sure she’d never caused anyone near the amount of harm that they were dishing out to her. It wasn’t fair that she’d worked so hard and now someone was trying to take it all away from her. God help them if she ever got her hands on them.

  “You look ready to strangle someone, precious. I like that look much better. It tears me up to see you hurting.” Max caressed her cheek before sitting across from her on the couch.

  Sawyer had already taken a seat and was leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees. He didn’t look pleased about something. That worried her even more. He was usually much more relaxed than Max.

  “What is it, Sawyer? What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I made some phone calls while you were in the shower. Besides rounding you up something to wear until we can buy new clothes for you, I asked some friends if they had their taxes and insurance go up lately.”

  “Why? I don’t understand.” Taylor didn’t see what that had to do with her stalker.

  “Well, it seems that you’re the only one in the area with that issue. Neither residential nor business taxes nor insurance have had a hike in well over a year. When did you start having to pay more, Taylor?” Sawyer asked.

  “About eight months ago. We’d just had the taxes go up six months before and then they went up again. Then, my insurance went up on the house and my business about three months later.” She shook her head. “But I don’t understand. Why would mine go up and no one else’s?”

  “They shouldn’t have. Someone is trying to drive you out of business, Taylor. That means that it’s someone who has access to the tax records and the ability to influence your insurance agent.” Sawyer looked over at Max.

  “We need you to tell us the names of everyone you do business with in town, Taylor. We also need to get inside your house and see if your business records are still there and untouched.” Max stood up and walked out of the room but returned just as quickly with a pad and pen. “Okay, let’s get started.”

  They talked and made lists for the next hour. By the time they’d finished, Max had a pad full of names and information and Taylor was ready to go to work just to forget about all of it for a while. Her brain felt like mush after dredging up everyone she could think of that she had ever done business with. Before it was over with, she’d come to realize that the Chesterfields had their hands in just about every business in the area. A sinister ring was forming and Taylor had a feeling it would prove to be tied around her neck.

  “That’s enough for now, babe. Let’s get you to town so you can see about the shop. I know you’re anxious to get there.” Sawyer held out his hand to her.

  Taylor let him pull her to her feet. There was so much she needed to take care of but right then, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull the covers over her head. Where before she’d been angry enough to spit bullets, now she just felt drained.

  “I’m sure Betty will be glad for me to show up and take over some of the slack.” She grabbed her purse then followed the two men downstairs.

  The chilly air outside reminded her that she didn’t have a coat. It would have to be one of the first things she replaced. The men hurried her into the cab of the truck then cranked up the heater. Sawyer drove while Max kept her pressed against his warm body. By the time they made it to the shop, she’d gotten warm.

  When she tried to get them to just let her out at the curb, Sawyer had all but growled at her.

  “We’ll walk you inside to be sure everything is okay,” he said.

  The place was nearly full when they walked inside. Immediately Betty honed in on her and hurried over.

  “I’m so glad to see you. How are you feeling? Are you sure you need to be up here so soon, honey?” Betty ran her hands up and down Taylor’s arms.

  “I’m fine. Just a little shaken up. You look like you need help. Let me get my apron and I’ll be right out.” Taylor started to head toward her office, but Max’s hand on her arm stopped her.

  “We’re going to go and do some digging. Don’t go anywhere without us. You don’t stay here alone either. If you have to let someone g
o home, you call us and one of us will come and help.”

  “Max. I have a business to run. I can’t change how I run it to please you,” she said.”

  “For now, you will. We’re not playing around here, Taylor. Someone is trying to hurt you, maybe even kill you. Don’t play with fire and don’t underestimate my ability to spank your ass if I need to.”

  Before she could respond to his outrageous claim, he turned and walked out with a laughing Sawyer right behind him. Taylor stifled a curse and stormed over to her office to locate an apron so she could help Betty. Spank her ass. That was not going to happen.

  The next few hours proved to be busier than she’d been since Christmas. While it thrilled her that the shop was doing so well, she was still tired from her ordeal. To top it all off, she missed the guys. Each time the door opened, she found herself looking to see if it would be Max or Sawyer. Why did she keep looking for them? She was not interested in them, especially them. They tied up and spanked women for a living.

  Like they tied me up and spanked me.

  But she hadn’t liked it. Not one little bit.

  Liar.

  * * * *

  Darla replaced Betty at four that afternoon, showering Taylor with attention when business would let her. The crowd didn’t start to thin until much later though. Around five thirty, Stacey Tyler from Sassy Sophisticate walked in with several bags in her arms. Instead of finding an empty table, she approached the counter where Taylor was finishing up a sale. The pretty woman waited until the man in front of her walked off before unloading her packages on the counter with a smile.

  “Hi, Taylor. Do you have a second that we can talk?” she asked.

  “Um, sure.” She pushed open the door to the back and told Darla she would be in her office for a few minutes.

  Then she motioned for Stacey to follow her. The other woman picked up the bags once again and followed her to the little office where Taylor closed the door and indicated she could have a seat.