Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  They didn’t swat her nipples very hard, for which she was grateful, but it was enough to make her moan as the pain mixed with pleasure sensation coursed through her body once again. They lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter then told her to lie on her back and spread her legs again.

  One took more pictures as the other gave her five hard swats on her pussy, and that really hurt, but at the same time it brought her so close to a third orgasm that she was panting by the time they finished. They each pulled a stool over and began to lick her pussy, her clit, and her asshole. They took pictures of each other doing that as well, and when Ria’s third climax washed over her, they took pictures of her face as she came. She didn’t care. Let them. This was more exciting and fun than every fantasy she’d ever had, and every experience she’d had with both men to date, all rolled up into one.

  When she could breathe again, they gave her another water and bathroom break, and then told her the next toy was in the upstairs hall closet, and to meet them in Trent’s room. She found the thick, leather flogger they’d used on her before. They’d lit candles in Trent’s room as well, and this time they positioned her over pillows on the bed.

  The throws from this flogger were usually more like a deep tissue massage than anything, but because her ass cheeks were so tender and puffy, it hurt. But she still hadn’t reached the point where she felt she could no longer go on, and there were only two more toys left. The realization that she was actually going to get through this filled her with such delight. Had any of the other subs ever gone through something like this? Would it be considered gossip to ask them?

  Ria bit back her giggles as she lay over the pillows with her back arched so that her boobs were up the air, and spread her legs like the guys asked her to. She’d been flogged on her nipples and pussy with this flogger before, but again, because both areas were already quite sore, it hurt. When they were done with the thirty strikes, they took turns fucking her in the mouth again while she lay on her back, and once more they took pictures of each other doing it. They stopped short of coming again, and she couldn’t help but admire their stamina.

  “Two more,” said Wyatt. “How are you holding up?”

  “I love this, Sir.” And I love you, too. Both of you. The words were right there, and it would be so easy, but she tamped down the urge to shout them. Wyatt stared at her for a long time, and she had the uncomfortable feeling he could read her mind, but of course that was ridiculous. She was simply exhausted but also giddy from the rush of endorphins, so her mind was playing tricks on her. Finally, he told her that the next toy was under the sofa.

  She pulled out the long-handled, thick spatula that Trent used to make them French toast on certain mornings, and laughed as she carried it upstairs. It would probably sting, but she also thought it very creative. They had her up against the wall again, and she’d been right. It did sting. A lot.

  She floated to that place where pain and pleasure were one, and when the thirty swats were done, they simply took turns kissing her this time, while the other one felt her up from behind, until both men has teased her into a frenzy. Damn sadists. They were enjoying this more than anything the three had done together before this afternoon. She’d bet a month’s pay on it.

  The last toy was a whisk broom they’d hidden under Trent’s bed, and they put her over their knees for this one. It stung, but by now her ass cheeks were practically numb and she simply gritted her teeth and counted. They didn’t hit her hard at all across the nipples or pussy, and she suspected they must both be damned tired by now.

  But they proved her wrong when they kissed her like they’d simply devour her mouth, taking turns. They took turns fucking her pussy, slowly and gently, and then they lubed up her asshole, put on condoms, and took turns fucking her anus until she came again, crying from the overwhelming joy she felt.

  It seemed to go on forever, and when they took off their condoms and turned her onto her back, they once more took turns fucking her pussy until each of them came inside her. They took turns holding her, stroking her hair and face, and whispering again and again how proud they were of her. It took every ounce of self-control that Ria had not to tell them that she loved them. She wanted to so badly, especially now, but she was afraid of their reaction, because she didn’t know what it would be.

  She knew she was being a coward, but she couldn’t help it. She drifted off to sleep still thinking about it, and swore she heard one of them whisper something, but then it was gone like the wisp of dream that you can’t quite grasp once you’re fully awake.

  * * * *

  Saturday morning, Trent made them French toast with the same spatula the guys had used on her the previous afternoon, and she asked them what their new plan was for her.

  “Well,” said Trent, “do you think you’ve learned your lesson about gossiping, or do we need to keep the no-gossip rule going for a while yet?”

  Ria grinned. “I’m not sure, Sir. May I have a day or two to think about that one?”

  Wyatt gave her a look of incredulity. “You mean to tell me you didn’t get enough yesterday?”

  She laughed. “Oh, I did, Sir. Believe me. But you did mention other plans.”

  “Yes, we did, but I don’t think you’ll be eavesdropping or hiding in alleys again, either.”

  “No, I won’t.” She sipped her coffee as the mention of hiding in alleys reminded her of Gerry’s death, and the conversation she’d tried to have with Luke afterwards about college. If she didn’t ask this now, she’d just put if off again and again. She glanced at each of them in turn. “What would you two think about my earning a degree?”

  “In what?” asked Wyatt.

  “I don’t really know.”

  “Harrison and Chad said you’d make a good cop,” said Trent. “I don’t think they were kidding.”

  “That’s nice of them, but I don’t see myself as one. I do love the detective work, though. Figuring things out and putting together pieces of a puzzle.”

  “You’re good with details,” said Wyatt. “Why don’t you talk to Kari and Alexa? Or Gina and Annalise? I’m sure they could help you figure something out.”

  “I will. Thank you, Sir. So, you two wouldn’t mind?”

  “Of course not. I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

  “So do I,” said Trent. “And we’ll help you in any way we can.”

  Ria didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the weekend.

  * * * *

  Ria spent the next week walking a bit more gingerly than usual, and she avoided sitting for long periods, but she also didn’t gossip. Not even once. She swore the guys treated her more tenderly, and more than once she caught one of them giving her long, searching looks. She longed to say the words but was still afraid. And the worst part was that there was no one to talk to about it. She didn’t want to sound like a fool if she asked one of the other subs, and she knew that Peppi would just laugh at her and tell her to just say it to them already.

  One week after the night of three hundred swats, as the guys now called it, was Valentine’s Day. Because it fell on a Friday this year, Luke wouldn’t let Ria off work because he knew he’d be too busy. Trent was off, though, because he’d volunteered to work the next four Fridays in a row. She was upset that she wouldn’t get to go out with them, but Wyatt and Trent both told her not to worry about it. They’d find a way to be with her.

  She hadn’t spent the night at their condo on Thursday, and when she woke up Friday morning she answered a knock at the door to find a delivery for her. It was obvious what it was. Two long white boxes, each tied with a red ribbon. Ria ran up the stairs and then opened them, squealing at the sight of two dozen red roses, one from each of the guys. She dropped the cards as she read them.

  Her pulse racing, she picked them up again, blinking several times to clear the tears. They’d each signed the card with the words “Happy Valentine’s Day,” but had also written the word “love” before their names. But did that mean they we
re in love with her, or were they merely signing the cards that way because it was traditional to do so?

  She texted them each, thanking them for the roses. She had a gift for each of them, too, but hadn’t signed her cards yet. Now, she did, her fingers trembling as she wrote “Love, Ria” on each of them. Then she sealed them so it would be a done deal.

  They texted back and told her that they’d see her later at work, and she wondered what the surprise was. She was disappointed that it sounded like she’d have no alone time with them, but considering she had never received roses from any man in her life, this was already a more romantic Valentine’s Day than she’d ever had before.

  She went downstairs for her shift, placing their gifts and cards in a drawer in the kitchen where she knew they’d be safe until she could give them to the guys. Luke and Alexa were already in the bar, setting up. She made small talk, marveling at how easy it was to do so now. She and Luke had never gotten along this well, and sometimes Ria still waited for the other shoe to drop. It all seemed too good to be true.

  As customers began to stream in, she was distracted by several college kids who were already too loud and drunk. She was bringing them another pitcher of beer when she heard Trent’s voice, and glanced toward the door to watch him and Wyatt come in, followed by everyone. Chase, Julie, Maddox, Sean, Annalise, Chad, Dustin, Marisol, Ellis, Rafe, Cherilyn, Thayer, Evan, Gina, Zach, Harrison, Olivia, Storm, and Cameron followed.

  She plunked down the pitcher, ignoring the college kids, and ran over to Wyatt and Trent who each embraced her and kissed her on the mouth, right there in the bar. She didn’t even care that some people snickered. Her friends didn’t. They pushed tables together and Wyatt explained that since she, Luke, and Alexa couldn’t join them all tonight, they’d come here to be with them. Ria ran to the kitchen and retrieved Wyatt’s and Trent’s gifts, but then realized they might not want to open them with everyone around. She was about to put them back in the drawer when she heard noise behind her and whirled around.

  “We have something else for you.” Trent held out a wrapped present.

  “The roses were enough. Thank you so much for them. They’re beautiful. I have something for each of you as well.” She handed them their gifts, then took the box.

  He and Wyatt exchanged a look that she couldn’t interpret, and then Wyatt cupped her face. “I wish this could have been more romantic tonight.”

  “It’s perfect. You’re both here, and so is everyone else. Seriously. This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

  They both smiled. “Thank you for saying that. Open your gift. I can’t wait any longer.”

  She loved Wyatt’s enthusiasm, and tore off the wrapping to place the tiny box on the table. When she opened it, she gasped at the earrings. They were the black-and-gold ones she’d admired in Racy Jewelry last week when the two had wandered in with her, just for fun. “You remembered.”

  “Of course we did,” said Trent. “Put them in.”

  She took out the tiny studs she always wore at work and put in the earrings, glancing into the cracked mirror above the sink to admire them. “I love them so much. Thank you. Now open your gifts, although mine aren’t as nice as these.”

  “Nonsense,” said Wyatt. “We didn’t expect anything at all. Thank you.” Wyatt opened his card first. “You signed it ‘Love, Ria’.”

  She nodded, her pulse racing, but didn’t say anything. He was still smiling as he opened the gift. That was good, right? He wasn’t upset by how she’d signed the card. He laughed when he took out the tie with the Van Gogh print on it. “I don’t have this one yet.”

  “I know. I took inventory and then I ordered it online.”

  “Thank you. I love it.”

  Trent opened his card, and then his gift, smiling broadly at the tie with a painting of ambulances and paramedics on it. “This is amazing. Where did you find it?”

  She grinned. “I have my sources.”

  “All right. I’ll get you to confess it later. But for now…” He pulled her close and kissed her. “Thank you so much for the tie and the card.”

  “And thank you both for the earrings. I love them.” And I love you both, too.

  “Let’s get you back out there before Luke and Alexa revolt.”

  She took their arms and walked back out into the bar, her heart bursting with joy that they were here this evening to be with her.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  The evening was very busy but a lot of fun because all her friends were there. She kept giving them glances, and wished she had words to tell them all how much this meant to her. The women kept calling her over to admire her earrings, and Ria beamed with pride when she saw that both Wyatt and Trent had put on the ties she’d given them.

  About three hours after she’d received the earrings from Wyatt and Trent, Ria gathered up a bag of recyclables to take out to the bin in the alley. Normally Luke did that, especially once it got dark, as they were all a bit leery these days, but he and Alexa were busy and she wanted a quick breath of fresh air.

  She glanced around as she walked toward the end of the alley where the recycle bin was, trying not to picture Gerry Homer lying in the grass with blood gushing out of his abdomen. She started to place the bottles inside the bin then stopped as a sound came to her on the wind from around the corner. This alley let out onto Riverfront Drive, but perpendicular to it was another alley that ran behind more shops on Riverfront, including Pearl’s antique shop and The Fit Bod.

  She listened, and then heard two voices. Two of the same voices she’d heard inside the shop on Lawnview Drive two weeks ago. “Whiny” and “Like Claude” to be exact. Ria started to reach for her cell phone but it wasn’t in her pocket. She’d left it in the kitchen. She could picture it on the counter, plugged in to the charger.

  The voices floated easily in the cold night, along with the sound of sloshing liquid. Liquid. Gasoline? Another accelerant? Where were they? She had to know. Ria peered around the corner, using the bushes for cover, although since they were bare, they didn’t offer much in the way of camouflage.

  She saw the two men clearly illuminated by the street lamp. Their faces were lit, as was the can of gasoline they were splashing all over a pile of paper and twigs they’d stacked up behind the back door of Pearl’s store. She knew Pearl wasn’t inside, but that didn’t matter. She needed to let someone know they were about to set the shop on fire.

  As she turned to run, her foot caught on a loose branch and she fell. The sound that escaped her throat must have been louder than she thought it was, because she heard footsteps behind her. Ria scrambled to her feet and tossed a beer bottle from the bag of recyclables at each man without even thinking. They both connected, and each man yelled in surprise as he put a hand up to his face.

  She turned and ran like the hounds of hell were behind her. She could hear the men breathing hard, but she didn’t dare turn around to see how close they were. She’d never been so scared in her life. She couldn’t even scream.

  She opened the back door of the bar, slammed it closed and locked it, and then ran into the bar where she finally found her voice.

  Pandemonium broke loose as Sean and Chad took off out the front door of the bar, and the rest of the men at their table took off for the kitchen. Even Luke joined them. Harrison stayed behind but was soon barking into his cell phone. Ria heard police codes but didn’t know what they stood for. Then Harrison was standing on an empty table, telling everyone to stay quiet and calm.

  The scene reminded her way too much of the night the tornado had hit, when Bonnie had heard the sirens before everyone else and had ushered them all into the basement. Only this time, it wasn’t a tornado. It was two men who had just tried to commit arson, and they were probably the same ones who had set fire to Pearl’s new shop.

  Once everyone inside the bar had returned to their tables and the conversation was close to a normal din, Harrison finally went outside as well. Ria followed Alexa’s lead
and collected empty pitchers and glasses, just to have something to do but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. She glanced around for Trent or Wyatt but they weren’t in the bar. Had they gone outside, too? No…she didn’t want them out there. What if those men had weapons? What if they were stabbed, like Gerry had been?

  “No!” Ria dropped the empty pitcher she’d been carrying and ran toward the front door. Alexa called to her, but she didn’t stop. She hardly felt the cold air as she rushed outside to find the bar surrounded by cop cars. She glanced around, looking for a familiar face, and there they were. Standing in a circle with Maddox, Rafe, and Ellis.

  Trent turned and spotted her. “Ria, come over here. Sean needs your help.”

  She ran toward him and didn’t care that everyone was watching. She threw herself into his arms, crying. “I was so afraid. I thought something had happened to you both.”

  He brushed away her tears. “We’re fine, we’re fine. The two men are in the back of Sean’s cruiser, but he needs to know that you can identify them by their voices.”

  “Not only their voices. I saw their faces, two weeks ago and tonight. I’m positive.”

  Sean came sprinting over when he spotted Ria, and Wyatt told him what Ria had just said. “Are you sure?” asked Sean. “Could you testify to that in court?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “All right.” He turned toward Chad and Harrison. “Get them out of here.”

  She searched Trent’s and Wyatt’s faces “Is it over?”

  “It will be,” said Wyatt. “And it looks like your eavesdropping stunt two weeks ago may have saved the day.”

  Storm came around the corner, followed by Cameron. They carried the gasoline can in a large plastic bag. “Not to mention she saved Pearl’s existing shop. They were about to torch it, and I’m sure the shops around it would have gone up as well.”

  Trent nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear. “We may never punish you for gossiping again.”