Her sister managed a lopsided smile, and Tiffany nearly cried with joy.
* * * *
Because of Jen’s amazing progress and insight, Tiff decided to stay home for the rest of the day, clean house, and do all the chores she never had time for. She still hadn’t decided precisely what to do about the men, but if her sister could forgive Trent, so could she.
She’d stepped out of the shower when the front doorbell rang. Only wrapped in a towel, she couldn’t exactly answer the door. Instead she trotted to the kitchen and looked out. Brandon’s SUV sat in the drive.
Yes! She nearly knocked over a bottle on the counter. Wouldn’t he get a surprise if she opened the door naked?
Nah, that was too much too soon. She made sure her towel was securely fastened and tugged the door open. All three men stood there, hands behind their backs. Trent had cut his long hair. While she liked the longer look, the new style fit better for a lawyer.
Trent’s gaze was cast downward, and Dom looked solemn, but Brandon had pulled back his shoulders, acting like he was ready to do battle for his two cousins.
“You guys want to come in, or do you want the neighborhood to see that I’m almost naked?” She smiled, but her lips wobbled a little, and her pulse raced.
Trent cocked a brow. “I thought you might have a gun pointed at me.”
“Yesterday, I would have, but I spoke with Jen.”
“And?” He moved a little closer.
“She told me to forgive you.”
He blew out a breath. “Did you?”
She debated carrying the grudge a little longer but realized that would get her nowhere. “Yes.”
Trent pumped a hand in the air then waved the bottle of wine he’d been carrying. “You hear that guys? Tiffany forgives me. I say we celebrate.”
She laughed. “There’s a corkscrew in the top drawer next to the stove.” He disappeared. She sat on one of the chairs only to realize the small towel gaped open too much. “Let me change.”
“No,” they both said in unison.
She was game. “Okay.” Dom had a fairly large box, and Brandon carried a bag of something. “Have a seat.”
Brandon winced. “I know how upset you were with us when we asked you to leave, and then how mad you were with Trent when you found out his connection to your sister’s rapist, but we want to make it up to you.”
Her heart zinged just as Trent came back with the wine and four drink glasses of various sizes and shapes. He set them on the table and poured.
Dominic cleared his throat. “I know Brandon told you we’ve been miserable without you. I speak for all of us when I say we love you.” His gaze shot to the floor.
Her pulse skyrocketed. “You do?” Love?
All three said “Yes” in unison.
Trent then held up his glass. “Before we start our orgy, I want to apologize to Tiff.”
She liked the sound of the orgy part, but she needed to say something. She held up her hand. Rehashing what she’d thought about for the last two days wasn’t how she wanted to spend the night. Her sister had made her see the light. “You were only doing your job. I realize that now. Jen is fine with it, too.”
Trent studied her. “You sure?”
She knew it sounded that her one-eighty had come out of nowhere, but she’d given it a lot of thought. “Really.” She sipped her wine. “I say what’s done is done.” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “So what’s in the box and bag?”
All three laughed as Dom pulled off the top. “I thought you’d never ask. We believe you’re the same person now as the woman who came to the resort, but we want to be sure.”
“What does that mean?”
Trent came over to her and pulled her to her feet. “The woman at the resort had very sensitive nipples. We’re not sure she wasn’t just a fake. I need to test you to see if you respond the same way.”
Tiffany laughed, knowing full well this was a ploy to touch her. She lowered the towel and offered up her breasts. Trent bent down and tasted her. He swirled his tongue around each nipple, causing the bundle of nerves to nearly catch on fire.
“Well, Trent,” Dom asked. “Is it her?”
“I think so, but I can’t be sure.”
“I can tell,” Brandon said.
He came over and dipped two fingers into her hot pussy, then pulled them out. Her walls clenched tight, wanting him inside her.
He rubbed his fingers together. “It seems like her. She’s wetter than a sponge floating in a sink.”
“Eww.” She laughed at the bad analogy.
Dom pulled out some gizmo from the bag that looked like a computer mouse with wires attached to it. “This will be the ultimate test. It will bring you to new heights, and we’ll be able to tell from your moans and groans if the woman we knew at the resort is the same as the cop in front of us.”
Her pussy got wet thinking about the electric contraption’s possibilities. “I’m game.”
Next he waved the clit-sensitizing cream.
She backed up. “I’m not so sure about that. Last time Brandon used that on me I became way too hot.”
Dom sent a look at Trent and Brandon. “But that’s part of the reason why we love you. You are uninhibited, so free. We want to help you every way we can to keep you seeking pleasure. For tonight, we’d like to tease you and tempt you like you’ve never been teased or tempted before.”
The glint in his eyes almost made her come. “I’m all for that, but on one condition.”
All three men’s gazes raked over her body. A power she’d never known filled her.
Brandon wet his lips. “What’s that?” She glanced at their crotches. All three had hard-ons.
She walked before them, making sure to keep slightly more than an arm’s length away. “Before you do what you want with me, I want to return the favor and tempt all three of you. Give me one hour to fulfill my fantasy, and then you can have at me. What do you say?”
Dom grinned. “Darlin’, you just made yourself a deal.”
Chapter Eleven
Adrenaline pumped through every cell in Tiffany’s body. She got to be in control for once, and the intense feeling nearly overwhelmed her. When she studied all three, she wasn’t sure she could pretend to be unaffected by their sex appeal. How could she touch their rippled bodies, suck on their cocks, and not give in and boff them silly?
Be strong.
Here goes.
She leaned over, making sure her tits were close to Brandon’s face. “Anything else in the bag?” She wanted him to touch her needy tits, which ached for his caress.
Brandon grinned and pulled out a cowboy hat. He tossed it to Dom. “For myself, I brought the mask. I thought you might like the props to remind you of the fantastic time you had at the resort, but it’s your call.”
She stepped back, debating her next move. “That works for me.” She chewed the nail on her forefinger. “Give me that sensitizing cream.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Dom’s got it.”
Dominic handed her the jar. That was his first mistake. The men never should have agreed to give her control. She was going to have the time of her life, assuming she could last. Her pussy was already crying out for them.
“I think I’ll start with you, Dom.”
“Bring it on, darlin’.”
Naked, she stepped around the coffee table and dragged his tight T-shirt over his head. His pecs wiggled, and she squatted to lick his flat nipples. They peaked just like hers did when the cool air blew across them. She dragged a finger across the hard tip, and desire spread through like wild fire. Her feeling of control was slipping from her fingers, and she almost succumbed to having sex with him right then and there.
She straightened and cleared her throat. “Stand closer, please.”
He glanced at the other two, smiled, and did as she asked. God, he was tall. Before she took off his pants, she reached up, and drew his head down to meet hers. When he bent forward, he wrapped
his arms around her waist. His touch turned her insides to mush.
She pulled back and wagged a finger. “Uh-uh. No touching. I think I’ll have to punish you.” She expected the thrill of control to embrace her. Instead only desire wrapped its arms around her.
“Whatever you say, darlin’. Bring it on.”
She drew her arms around his neck again and closed her lids part way. “Let’s see if you can get it right this time.” After pressing her tits against his chest, she ran her tongue along his lips. God, she loved the feel of him. Rough, manly, and pure sex appeal. He opened his mouth and she dove in, but only for a second. If she hadn’t stopped, she never would have come up for air. She swallowed and stepped back, hoping he wouldn’t see the desperation in her eyes.
Trent chuckled. “Oh, boy. You’re in for a lot of trouble, Dom.” He wrapped his hands behind his head, acting like he didn’t believe she’d last long enough to get to either of them. She hoped to prove him wrong.
“I’ll let you untie your shoes and take them off,” she said.
The intimate act of removing his footwear was too much right now. She needed to cool off.
Once Dom pushed his shoes aside, she slipped her fingers under his waistband. His hard abs pressed against her knuckles, and a jolt of electricity ran the length of her arm. My God, she had to be careful not to rush the seduction. Holding out until she’d undressed all of them would take full concentration.
One button at a time, she undid his jeans. His cock strained to get out. As slow as possible, she pulled the denim over his nice ass and down his legs, making sure to nudge his cock that was peeking out from the slit in his boxers. She so wanted to take him into her mouth and make love to him, but that would make her come too soon.
Dom groaned as he shed his jeans and his boxers. She couldn’t take her gaze off him. He was huge, throbbing. Memories flooded on how he’d taken his time with her, loving her. She wanted that again.
To divert her attention from the anticipation, she picked up his hat and placed it on his head. “Now you look like your old self. How about spreading those legs wide, cowboy?” She bet they all could see right through her bravado.
As soon as he responded, she grabbed his cock. He gasped. She bent over and sucked him nice and slow. Her pussy clenched, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him into the bedroom and fuck him with all her might.
She stopped, causing Dom to suck in an audible breath.
“What do I have to do for you to continue?” His voice cracked.
She was so close to the edge herself. “See how frustrating it can be when someone starts something, then stops just when the going gets good?” She was positive she wanted him more than he wanted her. The only way to keep from giving in was to slather the cream on his cock. For his pleasure, she’d have to wait for the magic of the heat to sink in, which would give her time to compose herself.
She took the lid off the sensitizing cream, and before he could object, she slipped a dollop onto the head of his cock and rubbed it in. A moment later, his eyes widened and his breaths came out faster.
“I don’t believe you did that. Do you know how hot I am?”
She blew air over the length of him. “Now you know what I went through, but so that you don’t suffer alone, I’ll put some on, too.” As hot as she was, rubbing on the cream might be stupid, but for some reason, she wanted both of them to experience the same pleasure of fire burning inside and out.
Dipping a finger into the cream, she slathered some on each nipple. Immediately, heat blasted her. She spun around, bent over, and grabbed her knees.
“Darlin’, that is a very dangerous position.” He held her bottom in place.
“What are you going to do about it?”
A second later, cool grease slicked her puckered hole. Her body nearly exploded with need.
“Am I finally going to experience all of you?” She had a hard time controlling her breath.
“You bet, but not just me. I want all of us to participate at the same time, if you’re willing.”
Right now, she wanted nothing more.
He placed her opening within inches of his cock then grabbed her ass, entered one inch, and stopped.
Her breath whooshed out. “Please. Don’t stop.” God, she never should have taken on the role of tormentor. Now they’d give her no mercy.
He plunged in once, sliding down her slick walls. Pulses of desire raced through her. Then he did the unspeakable. He withdrew. Her breath whooshed out.
She turned her head to see him. “How could you stop like that?”
He cupped both cheeks. “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I know how much you want to tease Trent and Brandon, so I’ll wait.”
This game of control was more than she could take. “No, I need you now.”
“You sure?”
She wet her lips, never more sure of anything. “I don’t know how you three lasted when you made love to me at such a leisurely pace.”
“It was hard, believe me, but we did it for your pleasure. To hold back our climaxes was to show you how much we loved you.”
Their sacrifice made her heart beat faster. Dominic grabbed her to his chest and kissed her with more passion that she knew possible. She pressed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tasted like the fruity wine. The world seemed to stand still as he lowered his hand between her and rubbed her clit.
Next thing she knew, she was floating. Trent and Brandon had picked her up and were carrying her to the bed like some ancient goddess.
Trent leaned over her. “We all want to make love to you, to make this the most wonderful experience, to show you how much you mean to all of us.”
The words went into her brain. She repeated and savored what they said over and over as if she could taste them. Telling them what they meant to her would mean she’d had to speak. She couldn’t. Not yet. Their touches stole her heart. Trent and Brandon placed her on the bed, their broad smiles calming her.
“Now it’s our turn to satisfy you.” Brandon leaned over and kissed her softly, as if she were fragile.
Goose bumps danced across her skin. She inhaled, ready for the heady lovemaking. “Don’t torment me too much.”
He dipped a finger inside her pussy, and she clenched tight. She needed them now.
Brandon tossed her an exaggerated frown. “We’ll have to work hard to get you ready for all three of us. Dominic didn’t stay long enough to warm you up.”
She couldn’t get any wetter, and from the twinkle in his eye, he knew it, too.
From the box Dom had been carrying, Brandon lifted two sets of the velvet cuffs. “You like?”
“What are you going to do with them?” As if she couldn’t guess.
She must have sounded frightened, because Brandon’s face paled. “Nothing you won’t like, I promise.”
“Yes. Anything. My nipples are already on fire. I need you to touch them. Please.” Excitement sizzled in her veins, and her pussy gushed. She loved being tied up.
As if she’d pushed some “move” button, all three went to work tying her to the four-poster bed. She tugged on her restraints and realized she couldn’t get loose if she tried. The air conditioner clicked on and the vent pushed air straight up her wet pussy. She shivered.
Trent picked up another device that looked like a computer mouse. “I know you’ll adore this. I can’t wait to see your face when the passion takes hold.”
The passion had already taken hold. Weren’t her eyes glazed over already? And her pussy wetter than ten oceans? He wiggled the oval machine. This looked like some torture device, more sinister than the metal plates Brandon had attached to her nipples in the photo studio. From one end of the handheld device were two wires attached to metal alligator clips. Trent bent over and clipped the clamps to both nipples. Her breath caught. The pointed ends pinched for a second, then rushed erotic pleasure through her tits right down to her pussy. He stood back and waved the mouse. Reality dawne
d.
“Does that turn on?” Her pulse quickened.
“You have no idea. Rod, the owner of the resort said his former company, Sex Toys for U, designed this. His wife can’t get enough of the machine. Are you ready for level one?”
She lifted her tits higher, making the prongs dig deeper. “I can’t wait.” Heat waves radiated from the tips and he hadn’t even started.
“Here goes.”
An electric current shot from one nipple to the other, making her back arch. Her pussy danced at the stimulation. “Oh, my God. That’s amazing.”
“Ready for more amps?”
The pleasure coursed through her body. “Yes.” She wet her lips, waiting for more power.
The next increase sent her pussy vibrating something fierce, the need for penetration growing with each pulse. The tips of her breasts tingled. Brandon sat on the edge of the bed, slid his hand under her bottom, and rubbed his thumb over her anus, adding to her need. His touch wasn’t light, but she needed more.
“God, that feels…good.” The powerful machine made it hard to talk.
This time Trent didn’t ask if he could give her more amps. Another click sounded to what had to be the highest level. Her skin was on fire and her pussy exploded. She was sure she was dripping. Brandon slid two fingers inside her tight rear muscle, and sent her closer to a climax. She wanted a hard cock to put an end to her desperation.
“Last level, babe.”
My God. Pleasure crashed down on her in waves. She tugged on the constraints. The need to touch overwhelmed her.
Blood pounded in her head as she bucked and rolled. Just as she was about to climax, Trent cut the power. The lack of stimulation caused a hole larger than the biggest cavern. “No! You can’t stop!”
Trent put the instrument down and pulled off the clips. “I see you liked that a little.”
She wet her lips. “Yes, more than a little.”
He leaned over and nipped her raw nipples. Sparks shot through her body. She’d never wanted these men more. Before she could express her need, Dom set about playing with her other nipple while Brandon applied his tongue between her thighs. Her head swam with need. Bombarded from every direction, she had a hard time concentrating, as each area drew her attention away from the other.
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