by Zara Chase
She nodded. “Yes, all right,” she said breathlessly.
She heard a sound that was probably someone taking pictures, Jonny presumably. He enjoyed photographing her in compromising positions and she was happy to let him. It added spice to the proceedings, if any additional spice was necessary.
Harry’s hands grasped her hips as she felt the tip of his cock invade her pussy. She greedily tried to take more of it than he was prepared to offer, but his hands remained on her hips, preventing her.
“Lean forward,” Brad’s voice said.
She did so and felt his cock being guided into her mouth. He must have been sitting directly to the side of Harry and she had to skew her body slightly to get full access to his prick. She closed her lips over its head and sucked it in, wishing she could use her hands to massage his balls at the same time. Brad’s sharp intake of breath told her he was more than happy with the way things were. Steffi’s pulse rate increased and perspiration peppered her brow as Harry teased her by giving her his cock and then withdrawing it again. Brad swelled inside her mouth but stopped her when she ran her tongue across the slit, his salty juices invading her mouth like an exotic spice. What was Jonny doing? He intended to fuck her ass, that much was obvious, but she was still wearing the basque. How could he?
Her unasked question was answered when she felt the gusset fall away. It had obviously been held there with press studs. His large hands covered the globes of her ass, his fingers massaging and caressing, his lips spreading hot kisses everywhere. She wanted to push back against him, but that would deprive her of the thrusts of Harry’s cock from beneath, and she wasn’t prepared to make that sacrifice.
“Keep still,” Jonny said in a persuasive purr, “and let us do all the work.”
Why not? They certainly appeared to know what they were doing, moving together like a well-oiled machine. She almost giggled at the thought. Well-oiled was exactly how she felt, especially when something cool was rubbed into the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
“Lubrication,” Jonny said softly. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
She mumbled round Brad’s prick as she felt Jonny’s own erection running up and down her freshly oiled butt. God, he was driving her crazy!
“I’m hurting you?” He’d obviously mistaken her mumbles as distress. Harry stopped thrusting into her and Brad removed his cock from her mouth. “This was a bad idea,” Jonny said, touching her rear end gently. “It’s way too much too soon.”
“No, you’re not hurting me,” Steffi said, almost crying with need. “But you are killing me by making me wait.”
She heard all three men laugh with relief. “Ah, well, that’s different. You should have said.”
“I thought I just did,” she said, sighing when Harry’s hands guided her back to his cock and Brad slipped back into her mouth.
Jonny’s rubbed her backside with sensuous sweeps of his large hands that made her squirm with desire. She was conscious of one of his fingers slipping into her anus and the plug slithering out. Before she had the chance to miss it, the tip of Jonny’s cock took its place.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded, still sucking Brad close to orgasm as Harry increased the pace of his thrusts from beneath her. Jonny slipped in a little more, filling her to capacity. It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever known. Swamped by desire that overcame all reason, she risked putting Harry off by pushing back against Jonny. He tapped her butt, but she could tell from his chuckled response that he was pleased by her reaction.
“Looks like the lady’s enjoying this,” he said to his brothers.
“Well, she’s killing me is all I know,” Brad said on a strangled moan. “Best pick up the pace a bit.”
Jonny slipped in a little deeper. “You still all right, babe?” She nodded. “You’ve almost got it all, Steffi, just a bit more to go.” He groaned as she felt him slip impossibly deep. “I need to fuck your ass real bad. Don’t fight me and it’ll feel so damned good that it’ll blow your mind.” Steffi wanted to say that she had no intention of fighting him but it would be rude to speak with her mouth full. “That’s it.” Jonny expelled a long sigh. “Now I’m filling you. Let’s fuck her, guys.”
Harry and Jonny settled into a perfect rhythm, almost splitting her in two with their huge, pulsating cocks, making her feel alive, cherished, and dangerously close to eruption. She had no way of telling them, but they obviously got the message when her body tensed, and the tingling exhilaration in her gut turned into a turbulent heat that spread through her entire body. Jonny spanked her butt with something as he drove into her even harder.
It was enough to shatter her slender control and she exploded, bucking against the two cocks fucking her and almost biting Brad as she rode the wave. Brad swore and she felt him tense as he shot a seemingly endless stream of sperm into the back of her throat. She heard him laughing as he slipped out of her mouth and tweaked one of the nipple clamps as his brothers continued to pummel her body.
“Come for us again,” Jonny said persuasively. “You know you want to.”
“Yes, I love feeling your huge cocks doing me. It’s unbelievable. Give it to me a bit harder, boys. That’ll do it.”
“Suddenly, she’s an expert.” Brad laughed.
Jonny’s balls slapped against her buttocks and Harry groaned beneath her as they picked up the pace. Steffi moved with them, feeling a deep sense of oneness with all three of them as another climax threatened. Rushing, soaring excitement ripped through her as incandescent desire robbed her of all reason.
“Come on, babe,” Harry said from below. “I can feel you closing around me. You’re close, so let it go.”
“You like Jonny fucking your ass?” Brad asked, tweaking the nipple clamp a little more.
“Yes, I can’t get enough of him—of any of you.” She screwed up her eyes, even though she was blindfolded, and allowed the tingling sensations to overwhelm her body in its state of fully heightened awareness. “I’m gonna come again,” she said, her voice a strangled moan, almost ashamed of her feeling of total oneness with them. “Come with me, guys. I want us to do this together.”
They did. Jonny swore as he came, Harry groaned, and she shouted their names, demanding and receiving every inch of both of them as hard and deep as they could possibly give it to her.
Jonny released her hands afterward and the four of them lay flat out on the bed. Somehow, Steffi found the energy to lift her boneless body and kiss each of them.
“When can we do that again?” she asked, grinning.
Chapter Fourteen
Frequently was the answer, Steffi discovered over the ensuing week. Daniel left for Texas and they all prayed for a successful outcome. Steffi was ashamed that she also welcomed his absence because it meant that his sons were guaranteed to stay at Porlock while he was gone. Now that she’d discovered what she’d been missing all this time, she was overdue for some fun and was playing catch-up big time.
The guys were everywhere—their demands thrillingly innovative. All three of them cornered her in the hayloft one afternoon and kept her there for hours while the hands worked away in the barn below, blissfully unaware of the glorious punishments that were being inflicted upon her above their heads. The thought of being discovered added a salacious edge to their games, especially since they gagged her to prevent her from crying out and giving them away. According to Jonny, she was uninhibitedly vocal when she was close to climax. He should know because he’d given her more than her fair share of orgasms to scream about recently.
They introduced her to more sex toys, made Steffi wear outrageous clothing, or no clothing at all at their dinner table. They chained her up, brought in a variety of whips and vibrators and often made her crawl round the room on her hands and knees, a collar round her neck, so they could whack her ass as she passed each of them. Far from humiliating her, being at their mercy empowered her, and it wasn’t long before she started making suggestions for new games they could
play. They never ran out of ideas to make her feel alive and desirable in ways she’d never have believed possible just a few short weeks previously.
They kept on top of their business activities, as well as Daniel’s, and she helped them wherever she could, relishing every moment she spent in the company of the three men whom she’d fallen helplessly in love with. She tried hard not to let it show. She knew from the number of phone calls she fielded from various women just how popular they were with the opposite sex. Big surprise! It could only be a matter of time before they got fed up with sharing her and went back to their individual conquests. She only hoped that when that day dawned they’d be sensitive enough not to bring women to Porlock until she’d left the place herself.
The painful possibility of leaving Porlock brought her mind back to Richard. There had been no word from him, but the guys were still convinced that he’d turn up like the inevitable bad penny sooner rather than later. He had to. The clock was ticking on his buyback clause. Harry kept track of his whereabouts by hacking his e-mail, and so they knew he was still in the States.
“I’m off to New York,” Jonny said to her early one morning after he’d kissed her awake. “There are a few problems I need to get to grips with in the office, but I’ll be back this evening.”
“Okay, have fun.”
“There won’t be much fun involved. This is business.”
Steffi wanted to ask if she could go along for the ride. She’d never flown in a light aircraft before but figured he wouldn’t want her in the way when he was dealing with business. If he was going to New York on business, that is. Steffi half wondered if he planned to meet a woman.
“Get over yourself,” she muttered as Jonny headed for the shower and she languished in his bed, breathing in the scent of him from his pillow and hugging it to her torso.
“Watch the weather,” she said when he emerged. “There’re storms forecast for today.”
“Don’t worry about me, sugar.” He bent over and delivered another of his searing kisses. “I’m indestructible.” He gathered up his keys and a document case. “Hell, I wish I didn’t have to go. I hate leaving you.”
“It’s only for a day.”
Jonny pulled a face. “It’ll seem like a week.”
His complaint seemed genuine and Steffi suddenly felt a whole lot better about herself. Besides, she’d have Harry and Brad to keep her company. They were going to a tasting at a local winery later that morning and had invited her to join them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being seen with them in public. There were bound to be loads of sophisticated females—that sort of event attracted them like flies—and she didn’t want to see them coming on to Brad and Harry. Worse, she didn’t want to see how the guys responded to them. They were hers, she wanted to shout to the world. She might accept that there would be other women, but that didn’t mean she had to stand back and watch her liberators in action.
“Thanks, but go without me,” she said. “I’ve got paperwork to catch up on.”
“Spoilsport,” Brad said, kissing her. “I had a dress all picked out so I could show you off and make our competitors pea green with envy.”
Steffi laughed and punched his arm, suddenly reluctant to let them go. The first heavy raindrops fell as she waved them away and a sense of foreboding gripped her. She hoped Jonny had taken off on time and gotten to New York before the storm hit locally.
She ambled back into the house. It felt empty and soulless, even though there were plenty of people about if she felt like company. But it wasn’t being alone that got to her. Some sixth sense kept nagging away, trying to tell her something.
She found out what it was not half an hour later.
“Someone here to see you, Steffi,” the gateman said, buzzing through to the main house. “Says he’s a cousin of yours.”
Of all the lousy timing. What to do? Just for a moment, Steffi panicked. Then she got a hold of herself and, breathing deeply, told the gateman to send him on up. Richard might be a conniving little rat, but he was harmless, and she could handle him. Her only concern was that she might lose her temper, knowing what he was trying to do to her and Marius. The important thing, she reminded herself as she watched a car wend its way slowly up the long driveway, was that she held the upper hand. She did know what he was trying to do and he’d never get away with it. She ought to enjoy this encounter, not dread it.
She stood on the front stoop as she waited for the car to pull up, staying under the porch to avoid the rain that was now bouncing off the dry earth. It would be good for the paddocks, she thought absently. Richard stepped out of the car as soon as it drew to a halt, looking heavier than she remembered. His face was puffy, his eyes bloodshot, like he hadn’t been sleeping, or had a hangover. She hoped it was a humdinger. He glanced up at the imposing façade of the mansion and looked momentarily uncertain of himself. Richard was usually super confident about everything he did, so his insecurity boosted her confidence.
That boost proved to be short-lived. The car’s passenger door opened and Sam stepped out of it, dark hair tousled, his tall body lean and trim, his rugged features as handsome as ever. He smiled at her and Steffi’s heart lurched. Just for a moment, she was back in England, totally and completely in love with the bastard, dancing to whatever tune he chose to play.
“Ah, Steffi, it’s yourself,” Sam said in his hypnotic Irish lilt.
He walked up to her, arms outstretched, as though they’d parted just the day before and he hadn’t thrown her over like a used rag when she was no longer useful to him. His arrogant assumption that he could still manipulate her jolted Steffi out of her stunned silence and brought on a towering rage. How dare he!
“Sam, Richard,” she said, avoiding both of their attempts to embrace her. “This is quite a surprise.”
“And aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Sam said, not the slightest bit deterred by her cold shoulder. The conceited sod still appeared totally confident in his ability to charm her into submission.
“What brings you both here?” she asked, remaining on the stoop and not inviting them into the house. They were kind of in no-man’s-land, halfway between the car and the porch, only partially out of the rain. Steffi experienced a moment’s satisfaction when she saw rain trickling down Richard’s neck.
“Well, to be sure, we both happened to be in the area and so we thought, who do we know about these parts who’d give us a warm welcome and a cup of tea?”
“I give up,” Steffi said. “Who do you know?”
“Ah, now, darlin’, there’s no need to be like that.”
“How’s Marius doing?” Richard asked, flashing a superior smile Sam’s way.
“He’s doing absolutely fine, thanks for asking.”
“Mr. Malone’s pleased with him, is he?” Sam smiled amiably. “Isn’t that grand.”
“Yes, he’s delighted with him.”
“I’m surprised that you’re still here,” Richard said. Yeah, and you don’t like it one little bit, you jealous, conniving little snot-rag. “I thought you were just supposed to see Marius settled in.”
“Mr. Malone likes having me around.” Steffi’s secretive smile caused the two men to share an uneasy glance. This wasn’t the pliable Steffi, eager to please, whom they knew and exploited. “And as for me…well—” She spread her hands to encompass the view of the pristine facilities and then the house itself. “What’s not to like?”
“Just like always, you’ve fallen on your feet,” Richard said sourly.
“Hmm, perhaps.”
“Aren’t you going to invite us in for that cup of tea, darlin’?” Sam asked, his green eyes sparkling with confidence. Well, why wouldn’t they? He’d always been able to wrap Steffi round his little finger when he turned on the charm. “We’ve had a long drive, we’re parched, and we’re getting wet.”
He stepped forward, but Steffi held her ground. “Sorry, now’s not a good time.”
Sam’s plastic smile faltered. “Ah,
so that’s how it is. I should have anticipated that you’d be feeling hurt.”
Steffi tossed her head. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I should have told you I was married, I realize that now.”
“Water under the bridge, Sam,” she said. “I’ve moved on and I hope you’re very happy with your wife.”
Sam, for once in his life, appeared to be lost for words. “Well—” “Look, it’s been great catching up, but I’ve got stuff to do,” Steffi said, turning toward the door, “so if there’s nothing I can help you with, I’ll get back to it.”
“Can we see Mr. Malone?” Richard asked.
“Why?”
“Just to make sure he’s absolutely satisfied with Marius. I wouldn’t want him to think that he’d been misled in any way.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Steffi smiled sweetly. “But you don’t need to worry. No one gets one over on Mr. Malone.”
“Well, then, what harm is there in us having a few words with him?”
“None whatsoever, but unfortunately, he’s not here right now.”
“Damn!” Richard couldn’t quite hide his frustration. He must have been more desperate than Steffi and the guys had realized. “When’s he due back?”
Steffi shrugged. “No idea. Several weeks.”
“And he’s left you to guard the family silver,” Richard said scathingly. “Wonder what you did to worm your way into his good books?”
Steffi quelled her rising temper. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said serenely.
“Perhaps we could take a peek at Marius, then?” Sam asked.
“What for?”
“Old time’s sake.”
Sam pinioned her with a deeply focused gaze that made it feel as though she was the only person alive in the entire world. It would once have had her running to do whatever he asked of her. She was proud of just how immune she now felt to his full-on charm offensive, thanks to the Malone boys. She wished they could be here to see how well she was handling the situation.
