Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Brad,” she said, without turning round. “You guys really have to stop creeping up on me like that.”

  “How did you know it was me?”

  “Your hands. The three of you have different hands.”

  He spread said hands across her stomach. “Is that right?”

  “Yep.” She leaned back against him, pressing her butt against his erection, not seeming the slightest bit put out by having a naked man join her uninvited in her shower. Jonny was right about her being a natural. How she hadn’t discovered her sexuality before now, he couldn’t begin to understand. She appeared to ooze sensuality, and even if the selfish bastard who’d ruled her world for so long hadn’t brought it to the fore, he thought she might have suspected something herself. Not that he was complaining. Awakening her natural instincts had really turned him and his brothers on and the time had now come for the next stage.

  “Hmm. Harry has callouses on his fingers from all the time he spends at his computers, Jonny has very long fingers, and you—”

  “What about me?” He set about kissing his way along her shoulder, making his way slowly to her tits. “What’s so special about my fingers?”

  She laughed and then moaned. “You used to wear a ring on your right hand. I can see the mark.”

  “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

  “This shower’s going to run cold.”

  “No, it’s not. Lean forward, babe, and rest your hands on the wall.”

  She did as he asked, leaving her cute butt sticking invitingly in the air. Brad placed his hands on it and massaged, gently rimming her anus with one finger. When she didn’t object, he soaped that finger and eased it gently inside. She tensed, fought against him for a moment, and then relaxed.

  “That’s it, Steffi, let me in. We’re gonna introduce you to anal sex today,” he purred. “You ready for that?”

  “I think so. I guess I need to spread my horizons, such as they are.” She nodded decisively. “Okay, I’m game, but will it hurt?”

  “Does my finger hurt?”

  “No, actually it feels rather nice.”

  “Well, that’s a start, I guess.” He added a second finger and this time she didn’t even flinch. “Feel good?”

  “Mmm! I’m starting to understand what all the fuss is about.”

  She writhed against him, encouraging him to delve deeper. Brad accepted her invitation, using the fingers of his other hand to pinch one of her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.

  “Honey, you’re behaving like you haven’t been fucked for months.”

  “So, what are you going to do about that?”

  Brad’s laughter echoed over the sound on the pounding water. Instead of answering her, he reached a hand out of the open stall and found the butt plug he’d just purchased. Keeping the fingers of one hand firmly inside her anus, he still managed to soap the device using his other hand. She would never be more receptive, which was why he’d waited to catch her in the shower. Soapy water made everything easier. He eased his fingers free and replaced them with the tip of the plug.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked, sounding encouragingly disappointed.

  “I’ve got something you might like more.”

  She turned to look at him without changing her position. “More than you?” She shook her head. “Unlikely.”

  “I appreciate the compliment, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

  He gently eased the soapy plug in, deeper and deeper until she’d taken it all.

  “Stand up and tell me how it feels.”

  She eased herself cautiously from the wall. “Warm. It makes me feel sexy and it actually doesn’t hurt.”

  Brad kissed the end of her nose. “It’s not supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to dilate you so we can replace it with our cocks later on.”

  “Later on? How long do I wear it for?”

  “Until one of us removes it.”

  “But dinner?”

  He cocked a brow. “What about it? You said it makes you feel sexy. Wear it during dinner. Knowing it’s warming your sweet ass will make us feel sexy as hell, too.”

  “You guys don’t need any encouragement in that respect.”

  “Already the lady’s complaining about the service she’s getting.”

  She canted her head and offered him the kind of smile that would have gotten her butt spanked under normal circumstances. “Did I say that?”

  “Come here!”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed that damned smile off her lips. With one hand beneath her butt, he lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs round his waist. Taking his chances that the butt plug would stay in place, he eased the tip of his cock into her pussy and then withdrew it again.

  “Brad!”

  “I need a condom.”

  “No, it’s okay.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, just fill me with that gorgeous prick of yours and make me come for you.”

  “Lady, you got it!”

  Brad leaned against the wall for support and sank all the way into her, hard and fast. She squealed, reminding him that she still had the butt plug in and would be getting her first experience of how it felt to be fucked by two men at once.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “I can’t believe it,” she said breathlessly. “That thing up my arse makes it feel incredible.”

  Brad smiled, reminded that she was English and apparently they had arses on that side of the pond. Whatever.

  “Hmm.” He kissed her forehead. “Just imagine how much better it would feel if it was one of us.”

  “I am. When can we—”

  “Later.”

  He increased the tempo, his prick enveloped by her tight, warm channel. When she closed the walls of her vagina around it, like she was afraid someone might take it away, Brad died a little inside. He hadn’t known the little minx for more than a few days, but already his life had changed beyond recognition. His brothers felt the same way. He didn’t even have to ask them—it was obvious in the way they cared so deeply about her and by how mad they got when they thought of the treatment she’d received at the hands of her cousin and Sam Watson. All three of them would go that extra mile for her, no question.

  “Brad, I think I’m going to…oh, God!” She bit his shoulder and cried out as her climax built. “I can’t stop it.”

  “Let it go, babe. Feel me fucking you and go with what your body tells you.” She screamed his name. “That’s it,” he said, driving into her even harder, almost sliding down the wet wall as he put every ounce of energy he had into holding her up and fucking her at the same time. His biceps bulged under the strain, but he barely noticed. “Let it all go, babe. Feel that plug in your butt. Imagine that’s one of us pounding into you.” She closed about him and her entire body trembled. “Yeah, that’s it, now we’re really fucking.”

  The moment she stopped milking his cock, he took his turn.

  “Now I’m gonna come, babe. Feel my cock deep inside you. I’m going shoot my load. Arghhh, that’s it!” He threw his head back and closed his eyes, pulsating passion and a deep-seated love for this crazy Brit seeping through his veins as he pumped every last ounce of his sperm deep inside her.

  As soon as he came back to earth, he lowered her to her feet and leaned against the wall, taking a moment to regain his breath.

  “Wow!” she said, standing on her toes and kissing his mouth almost chastely.

  “Wow indeed.” He grabbed a washcloth and cleaned them both before switching off the water. “That plug still where it should be?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Good.” He wrapped a large, fluffy towel round her body and another round her wet hair. “Come on, then, I’ll help you get dressed.”

  “I can manage.”

  “I went out and bought you something this afternoon.”

  “You shouldn’t have done that.”

  “It’s not just for you. It’s for
our benefit, too.”

  Steffi did a double-take when she saw the scarlet basque he’d laid out on her bed.

  “I can’t wear that thing.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’ll clash with my hair.”

  “It’ll look wonderful.” He tapped one buttock through the towel when she tried to say something else. “Do as I tell you, Steffi.”

  She immediately dropped the towel on the floor. “You’ll have to help me, then.”

  Brad was only too happy to oblige. When he’d laced her into the tight-fitting garment, she realized that there were cut outs for her nipples and suspenders to support the fishnet stockings he’d also bought for her. Far from objecting, she merely giggled.

  “You like?” he asked, propelling her toward a full-length mirror.

  “It’s actually fun, dressing up for you guys.” She grinned. “The butt thingy doesn’t harm matters, either.”

  “Glad you feel comfortable.”

  “Did I say that?”

  Brad produced the scarlet dress, such as it was, that he intended her to wear over the basque. It was made from a thin, shiny material and her nipples showed through it as though it didn’t exist. Firm and pert, they pressed against the fabric like they’d have preferred it not to be there. Brad wet his lips in appreciation.

  “Very nice,” he said.

  “The skirt’s so short that it barely covers the tops of the stockings.” She smiled and then frowned. “But I can’t wear this in front of Coombes. He’s far too straightlaced. He’ll probably throw a tantrum and give notice.”

  “Oh, I should have said. Dinner is in our wing tonight and we’re serving ourselves.”

  “You seem to have thought of everything.”

  He winked at her. “You have no idea.” He produced red shoes with five-inch heels. “The finishing touch.”

  She expelled a reckless laugh and held his arm as she stepped into the shoes. “You trying to turn me into a tart?”

  “Yep, and you’re gonna love every minute of it.” Brad stepped back into his clothes and buckled his belt. “Guaranteed.”

  She rolled her eyes and sat down to dry her hair. “That’s what I love about you Malone boys—your sense of modesty and lack of confidence is a wonder to behold.”

  He flashed a smug smile. “When it comes to making you beg us to fuck you, honey, I have absolutely no reason to lack confidence in our ability to succeed.”

  “Don’t get above yourselves. I’m bound to think you’re good because I don’t know any better.”

  “It doesn’t get any better than us three. Trust me on that.”

  She rolled her eyes and gave up the argument. “Come on, then.” She wiggled her butt as though making sure the plug was still buried deep. She’d obviously already gotten attached to it, in all senses of the word. “But I’d better take your arm. I’ll probably break my neck trying to walk in these damned shoes.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Steffi clutched Brad’s arm as she traversed the passageway in her impractical shoes. She felt…how did she feel? Excited, brazen, anticipatory? All of those things, she decided, but something else, too.

  Liberated? Yes, that was it. The guys had droned on about liberating her passions. She hadn’t believed it could be done, but boy, had they delivered! Steffi felt as though she’d been reborn in her own body and loved every minute of her new life so far.

  Her nipples felt sensitised as they peeped through the holes in the basque and rubbed against the skimpy material of her dress. For the first time in her life, Steffi felt desirable, sexy, and feminine to her fingertips. Tonight she knew the guys were going to take her a step further. They’d damned well better because she was more than ready for them. Her spirits soared, her pussy liquefied, and she felt as though she were melting with expectation.

  Brad opened the door to their wing and ushered her through ahead of him.

  “Gentlemen,” he said. “I give you the star of the show.”

  Jonny and Harry turned to look at her and both did double-takes. Jonny expelled a soft whistle. Harry flashed a sexy smile.

  “Wow!” they said in unison.

  “I need to sit down before I fall off these shoes,” she said, suddenly feeling shy and unsure of herself.

  “All set?” Jonny asked Brad.

  “Yep, no worries.”

  Harry held out a chair at the dining table for her as Brad poured champagne for them all.

  “What are we celebrating?” she asked.

  “Your rebirth,” Jonny said, as though reading her earlier thoughts.

  She smiled at each of them in turn as she touched glasses with them. “I’ll certainly drink to that.”

  They fed her, insisting that she remain where she was while they brought the various dishes to her. They told her stories, bounced insults off one another, and made her laugh, putting her completely at her ease. They didn’t talk about Daniel, Marius, or Sam. It seemed that any subjects likely to spoil the mood were taboo, and she was ready to go along with that.

  Tonight she intended to be selfish and take everything from these three Adonises that was on offer. They didn’t need to know that she had a problem with casual sex. Even when she wasn’t getting anything from it, she couldn’t just jump into bed with a man unless she felt an emotional attachment to him. She felt a damned sight more than that for these three charming rogues. She was totally addicted to them, and not just because of what they’d done for her. Her feelings were deeper than that. How it was possible to feel equally in love with three men at once, she couldn’t have said.

  She simply did.

  “You look warm,” Jonny said, lounging casually at the head of the table, his long legs sticking out to one side, crossed at the ankles. “You wanna remove that dress?”

  “You don’t like it?” She pretended to be offended.

  “I prefer what’s hidden beneath it.”

  “Allow me,” Harry said.

  He stood up and helped her to her feet. Almost reverently, he unzipped the excuse for a dress and it slithered to the floor. Steffi stepped away from it, tossed her head, and stood in front of the three of them. Aware suddenly of the power she wielded over them, her momentary embarrassment dissipated. All three looked at her for a prolonged moment without speaking, impressive bulges spoiling the lines of their pants. She placed one hand on a hip and wiggled her butt.

  “It’s only fair to warn you that I’m feeling very sexy tonight.” She flashed a challenging smile at each of them and nibbled at her lower lip. “Are you men enough to help me out with that?”

  Jonny growled something unintelligible. Harry and Brad merely laughed.

  “Comments like that will get your butt flogged,” Jonny warned her.

  “Promises, promises.” She fluttered her lashes at him, wondering where she’d found the confidence to flutter her lashes at anyone.

  “Come in here.”

  Jonny extended a hand and led her into his room. The other two followed right along. Before Steffi could wonder what would happen next, Jonny sat on the edge of the bed and snaked an arm round her waist. She let out a surprised cry as he tumbled her over his thighs, facedown. The plug in her butt felt even hotter than she did. Her nipples, poking through the basque, felt harder than pebbles, almost painfully sensitive. Anticipation roiled through her as she waited to see what Jonny would do next, knowing that whatever it was, she’d enjoy every second of it. She trusted him completely—she trusted all of them.

  She cried out again as something came down hard across her butt in several places at once.

  “It’s a flogger that generates a sensation like a massage,” Jonny explained. “With that plug inside you, it ought to feel even better.”

  “It does,” she said breathlessly. “But I could take it a little harder.”

  Jonny obliged, the sound of the soft leather strips hitting the silky basque with whip-like cracks driving her as wild as the sensation they created. One of Jonny’s hands sought o
ut a nipple and pinched it hard, but it wasn’t enough for her. She could hardly believe the change in her because she genuinely craved real pain, knowing it would transmute to unimaginable pleasure if she relaxed into it. Her three teachers had done a damned good job and she confidently expected to graduate top of the class.

  Jonny righted her on his lap and treated her to a searing kiss that robbed her of the ability to breathe. Her arms slipped round his neck and she mashed her nipples against his chest, which was bare, as was the rest of him. How had he shed his clothes without her being aware of it? Harry and Brad were naked as well, both sitting on the bed watching Jonny in action, more than ready for action themselves if their impressive erections were anything to go by.

  “What do you want us to do to you, Steffi?” Jonny asked.

  Steffi thought the answer was too obvious to put into words. “I want you to fuck me senseless,” she said, touching one of her own nipples because she knew they’d enjoy watching her do it. “I’m hot for you, Jonny, hot and wet for all of you.”

  “You want us all at the same time?” Jonny asked with obviously feigned surprise.

  “I want you all any which way you care to give it to me.”

  Jonny chuckled and shared a smug glance with his brothers. “Then we’ll have to see if the three of us have it in us to satisfy a greedy little witch like you.”

  He pulled her shoes off and set her on her feet. She expected them to remove the stockings and basque, but they didn’t do that. Harry stepped forward and attached vibrating nipple clamps. She sighed as they went to work. Not that they had much work to do. She was already so aroused that it was driving her out of her mind. Harry returned to the bed and lay flat on his back, gently massaging his erect cock, his gaze not wavering from her face.

  “Go and straddle Harry,” Jonny ordered.

  As soon as she was in position her world went dark. Someone had blindfolded her. Someone else grabbed her arms and shackled them to the bedhead. How was she supposed to participate if she couldn’t see or use her hands?

  “This is our show,” Jonny’s voice said. “Just follow where we lead.”