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

by Jennifer August

  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.

  Gabriel really wanted to take his time fucking her. He wanted to enjoy plumbing her hot depths, but he felt driven to power into her and physically take from her exactly what he wanted—a hot, juicy, clinging pussy.

  He wanted to use her.

  His mind tried to comprehend the idea while he thrust back into her. Gabriel pistoned in and out of her until loud smacking sounds came from their joined bodies. She convulsed and her tight pussy grabbed at his dick with each withdrawal and thrust, but he didn’t slow down.

  “Take it, take my cock,” he muttered, hands clenching deeper on her tits.

  A muffled howl came from her. Noah still stuffed her face and from his look of ecstasy, he was close to coming.

  Gabriel’s own orgasm reared, and he slipped his hands higher on her tits, gripping hard. She bucked but didn’t slow her own push-back rhythm.

  “Fuck her, Gabriel, fuck the slut and flood her pussy with your cum. Oh fuck, bitch, suck that cock.”

  Noah’s harsh words flowed over him, tripped a signal in his brain. Gabriel let go of her tits and clamped down hard on her hips and began fucking her harder, faster, deeper.

  Noah groaned from the head of the bed, and he shoved her face further onto his dick. “Fuck, bitch, suck that cum. Take it all. God!”

  The long, drawn out word echoed in the room, mingling with Gabriel’s gasps and the squeak of the bed as he continued to pound in and out of her.

  Finally, Noah wrenched her head from his softening cock and flopped hard along the headboard. Through half-slitted eyes, he watched Gabriel fuck Madelyn.

  Gabriel looked down, saw the beautiful white ass in front of him, caught sight of the juice-slickened length of his dick sawing in and out of her clean-shaven pussy, and gritted his teeth. He pried apart her ass cheeks, wetted his thumb, and lightly rubbed her asshole.

  Her head came up and she yelled as she came. The pressure on his dick was tremendous. Like being caught in a damn vacuum.

  It was erotic and painful and oh, so good. His cum boiled in his balls. Gabriel pushed his thumb a little deeper into her hot ass. “You like that, slut? Like my finger in your ass while I pound your dripping hot pussy?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Take it, take it, slut. Fuck that cock like the whore you are. Fucking slut, gonna make me come. Gonna make me flood your pussy with my hot cum.” The words, harsh and rude, tumbled from his mouth. Each one felt right and nasty and served to heighten his enjoyment.

  And, from the way her inner muscles clenched his cock at each syllable, hers, too.

  Gabriel slammed in and out of her, his orgasm so close he didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded yet.

  “Yes!” Madelyn screamed. “Fuck me, Sir, fuck your slut hard. Come in my cunt.”

  Her words sent him over the edge. Gabriel howled as he shot jet after jet of hot, ropy cum in her grasping depths.

  She milked each spurt until the pressure on his dick shot past painful. He gasped and slowly withdrew from her body.

  He managed a chuckle as she flopped onto the bed then crawled next to her.

  Gabriel looked at Noah, who was watching them with a smile that mostly reached his eyes. If he’d had more brain cells, he’d try to figure out what was behind the guarded look, but right now, he couldn’t rub two fingers together.

  His gaze drifted down to Madelyn, who stared at him in wide-eyed appreciation. She smiled, lifted a hand to splay along his chest, and sighed.

  “Holy fuck,” she muttered. “I think you broke me.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Killing Oscar had been a mistake. A sloppy damn accident she could ill afford. Yes, she’d made a mistake with Oscar. Thought the foolish, strong boy could handle much more, but she’d been wrong. He’d faltered and cried out his safe word after only an hour. She’d pushed through, reminding him of his solemn promise he could take the punishment she dished out.

  The punishment and whippings she craved to give.

  Krista dragged hard on her cigarette and eyed the cute waitress making her way over.

  “Would you like another drink, ma’am?”

  The girl’s dark-brown eyes dropped after a long moment, and Krista’s attention perked even more.

  “Yes, certainly. Another scotch neat.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The girl turned to leave, but Krista caught her arm. “What’s your name, darling?”

  A sweet smile creased the girl’s mouth. “Natalie.”

  Krista smiled in return as she felt the pulse thrum wildly beneath her fingers. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

  “Only been here a few weeks.”

  “Like it?”

  The girl shifted her tray and cast a cautious look over her shoulder, but the restaurant was empty. The bartender lounged along the deep mahogany bar, eyes glued to his phone.

  The idiot was probably sexting some hot piece of ass.

  “I haven’t really experienced anything yet,” Natalie admitted. Then her eyes brightened. “But I am having dinner with some people this evening. I think I’m going to get lucky with them.”

  Krista bit back a sigh of annoyance. “Oh?” she asked, no longer really interested. She dropped her hand.

  “Yes. I’m really curious about the men. Gabriel and Noah, those are their names, they seem very nice. They were handsome and strong, if you know what I mean. I think they could be just what I’m looking for.”

  Krista perked up at the mention of Noah’s name. How many of those could there be running around this island? “They sound appealing. Were they alone? No women for you to worry about?”

  The girl’s face fell and she tugged at the strap of her halter top. “Well, there was a girl, Madelyn, with them. She didn’t seem to mind the attention or invitation, so maybe it won’t be a big deal.”

  Excitement built in Krista’s chest, and she was hard-pressed not to demand every detail from the waitress. Instead, she leaned back and crossed her long, bare legs, noting with satisfaction the appreciative stare Natalie gave them.

  “What time are you meeting them?”

  “Seven.”

  Krista checked her watch. Three hours. “Going to their suite?” She held her breath, praying the girl would give her the information she needed.

  “What? Oh, no, meeting them at the Crush Room for dinner.” Natalie gnawed at her bottom lip and leaned forward. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

  She laughed, infusing as much sultry invitation into the sound as she could. She trailed her finger along Natalie’s hand. “You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”

  Goose bumps rose where her finger had been, and she hid another pleased smile.

  “Are you a lady dominant?”

  “The proper term is a Dominatrix, and yes, I am.” She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and honeyed her tone. “Were you interested in a little predinner playing?”

  Natalie’s sharply in-drawn breath and the way her nipples pebbled beneath her thin white shirt told Krista she was more than interested. She rose and crowded the girl, cupping one tit in her hand, squeezing lightly. She trailed her lips along the exposed column of her mocha-toned neck and breathed lightly into her ear. “You want me?”

  Natalie shivered, and her nipple hardened even more. “Oh, I don’t know.”

  Krista squeezed harder. “Yes, you do. I can tell you desire me. Can tell you want to please me. Don’t you?”

  The girl licked her full bottom lip and dropped her eyes shyly. “I find you very attractive, but I’ve never been with a woman
before.”

  She moved behind Natalie and held her hips, grinding her pelvis into the girl’s plump ass. “Who knows a woman’s body better than another woman? Come on. Give me one hour, and I’ll pleasure you more than any man ever has. Or can.” Krista mouthed the sensitive skin at her neck. “One hour, that’s all I need.”

  “All, all right.”

  The hesitant agreement was exactly what she wanted. Krista stepped back and turned Natalie around. “A few rules, dear. One, you speak of this to no one.”

  “Why?”

  Krista instinctively reached out and slapped her hip. “You do not question a Domme.”

  Her gaze dropped again and she flushed deeper. “Sorry, ma’am. I’m new to all of this. That hurt. Will all of it hurt? I don’t think I like the pain part.”

  She held her temper, but barely. One misstep was quite enough. She needed to plan and plan carefully. “No darling, it won’t all hurt. Discipline is a necessary part of the Domme/sub relationship.” She cupped Natalie’s chin and lifted her gaze. “I promise you pleasure. Incredible, pussy-churning pleasure, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “I think we’ll skip the rest of the rules for right now, just adhere to number one. Let’s keep our little tryst private. Don’t even tell your new friends when you have dinner, all right?”

  “Yes, ma’am. But when do I meet you? I don’t get off until six and I’m meeting them at seven.”

  Krista flicked a glance around the empty dining room. “I seem to be your only customer. Why don’t you ask to leave at five and come to me?”

  Natalie chewed her lip then nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be there at five. What room are you in?”

  “I’m not staying in the hotel. There’s a private strip of cottages just on the north side of the island. Jetty’s Paradise, do you know it?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Might take me a few minutes to get there. Is five fifteen all right?”

  “That’s fine.” Krista pressed a soft kiss to the girl’s lush mouth and nearly gasped at the excitement that burst through her. She tasted incredible. Like rain-soaked ginger.

  She loved ginger. Loved its power. And the pain it could impart when used properly.

  Reluctantly, Krista pulled back. “See you at five fifteen, darling. Don’t be late. I’d hate to have to spank your sweet ass before I even get to sample it.”

  A spark lit Natalie’s eyes and she nodded fervently. “I won’t be late.”

  Krista sauntered through the restaurant and out the side door which led to the beach. She kept her head held high and ignored the people surging around her. Pleasure Isles was getting too crowded for her tastes these days.

  She and a young, muscled man arrived at the door at the same time. He was broad shouldered, good looking in that backwoods country boy kind of way, with wheat-blond hair and red-rimmed green eyes. She sniffed delicately and recoiled, any fleeting attraction lost. The man smelled like the back end of a garbage truck in a hippie commune. He seemed to try to camouflage the rancid odor with equal splashes of dollar-store cologne and pot.

  The boy shoved open the door for her and looked her up and down. “Here you go, little lady.”

  She gave him a cold stare, thought briefly about teaching him some manners, then turned her head and walked past without saying a word.

  “Stuck-up bitch,” she heard him mutter.

  Krista fisted her fingers, digging her bloodred nails into her palm to distract herself. One misstep. No more.

  She continued down the sidewalk until it forked and quickly swung right, heading north to her cottage. She wondered idly if anyone had found Oscar’s body yet.

  Not likely, though. They’d been in a sort of out-of-the-way place when it happened. She’d had him strung between two palm trees, completely immobile. Totally at her mercy.

  Even now, her pussy wetted at the memory.

  He’d taken a lot, but she knew he could take more. Meant to prove it to him.

  Then the bastard went and died on her.

  Cutting him down had been damned difficult, but she’d managed. Shoved his body into the sand and covered him up with discarded palm leaves.

  Putting those fronds over his body had been time consuming because she constantly found herself stopping to admire the mottling of bruises, welts, and gashes she’d made in his skin.

  One particularly nasty slash had sliced open his back from shoulder blades to ass. Blood still oozed when she’d cut him down. Looking at that gave her an orgasm.

  She shook her head and hurried up the beach until the hotel was no longer in sight. If all went well with Natalie, she’d have a way to keep better tabs on Madelyn. Sooner or later, she’d have the girl all to herself.

  She would be able to push her, hurt her, flay her more than any other person on earth. From the moment Krista had discovered Madelyn’s special pain-handling talents, she’d become obsessed. How far could she push the woman? How bad could she hurt her?

  She was determined to find out.

  * * * *

  “You about ready, Maddie?” Noah called from the living room. He looked at Gabriel seated on the love seat across from him, flipping through channels. “She never takes this long to get ready.”

  Gabriel flashed a smug grin. “We wore her ass out today.”

  Noah chuckled, leaned forward, and offered a fist bump. “Hell yeah, we did. Good work.”

  “You think so?” Gabriel asked, face intent.

  “Absolutely. You really are a true natural at this, Gabriel. I know Madelyn enjoyed herself.” Noah winked. “I did, too. It’s not often that little piece of fluff is wrung dry.”

  “Incroyable,” Madelyn said as she slinked into the room.

  Both men rose, and Noah’s breath caught, amazed and enthralled once more by her beauty. “What’s incredible?”

  “Your egos.” She winked and picked up her small gold-crystal purse. “Shall we go?”

  Gabriel flicked off the TV and started forward. “You look lovely, Madelyn.”

  An attractive flush brightened her cheeks and eyes. “Thank you, Gabriel.” She held her arms out and spun. The pleated hem of her short red dress flared, showing off her toned legs and the curve of her sweet ass.

  “Are you wearing underwear?” Noah demanded.

  “No, Sir,” she said automatically, then frowned at him. “Are you okay, my love?”

  He smoothed a hand down the matching red tie and nodded. “Yes. Just making sure you’re following orders.”

  She studied him for a moment longer, disapproval and hurt clear on her face, but he didn’t know what to say to erase it so he said nothing at all.

  Then Madelyn took Gabriel’s arm and steered him to the door. “I’m starved,” she said, voice forced with lightness. “I hope the Crush Room is as good as we’ve heard.”

  “You haven’t been before?” Gabriel asked.

  Noah tuned out their conversation as they walked toward the elevators. What was going on with him and Madelyn? She never used to take offense at his barked questions or demands. She was used to the way he ordered her about and liked it. He knew she thrived on the constant harping and correction.

  He watched them step into the car, and his throat tightened at the comfortable way they held each other. Madelyn’s arm tucked snugly into the crook of Gabriel’s side, their fingers entwined, bodies meshed shoulder to hip.

  The wind escaped him and his heart stammered to a crushing halt.

  He was losing her.

  She lifted her sea-green gaze to his and smiled, though he sensed a guardedness that hadn’t been there before.

  Before Gabriel.

  He couldn’t fault the man, though. He was proving to be a formidable Dom. He picked stuff up quickly, efficiently, and put the tactics to good use. More than once during the day, Noah found himself admiring Gabriel’s way with Madelyn. He used much different methods but often achieved the same results as he did with his commands and whips.

  Not to mention, the guy wa
s genuinely nice. Oh, not in a smarmy, used-car salesman kind of way. He was witty and thoughtful, intelligent, and he loved baseball. That spoke volumes to Noah. He’d been shocked as shit when they’d started discussing the merits of ballplayers. Madelyn listened and nodded whenever he brought up the season, but she didn’t really care. Gabriel, on the other hand, was like a walking baseball encyclopedia. The man had definite opinions, too, most of them full of crap. If they’d had more time, he would look forward to disabusing the man of some of his more foolish notions.

  But Gabriel was just a client. He was a temporary stop on their journey.

  Noah stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the mirrored wall just in front of them. He watched in the mirror as they exchanged sly glances, small touches.

  His throat constricted and heaviness settled in his heart. Weary resignation rained down on him, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, blowing out a harsh breath. He didn’t want to lose Madelyn, wasn’t ready to give in by any stretch. Gabriel was just a client and in the end, when he left, Noah would spend a few weeks reconditioning Madelyn to his touch and domination.

  Reclaim her.

  His gaze shifted to Gabriel’s, meeting the man’s hazel eyes head-on. He had a quizzical, cautious look on his face, but Noah shrugged and shook his head.

  Gabriel remained still for a moment then nodded before looking down at Madelyn.

  Noah’s breath was stolen by the tender expression on Gabriel’s face.

  He knew that expression. Knew the emotion driving it.

  Love.

  He knew, because he’d looked at her that way every day for the last ten years.

  Again, Noah’s heart clenched and breathing became a chore. His eyes burned hotly and he blinked rapidly. How was that even possible after three days?

  The ugly truth hit his gut hard.

  Because Madelyn was something damn special. A treasure. One he’d spent years owning but rarely appreciating.

  He would not give her up.

  The car reached the ground floor, the bell dinged, and the doors slid soundlessly open. Noah escaped into the relative coolness of the lobby and sucked in tropical-tinged air.