Mitchell, Ava and Holiday, Sydney - A Bride for Two Tycoons [The Male Order, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

She rose up onto her toes and laid a heavy kiss on Garrett’s mouth. He stiffened at first, but as Madeline deepened the kiss, Garrett’s hands started to roam over her breasts, her back, her hips. Her luscious ass. Dalton’s cock hardened, and the beginning rush of desire ran hot and thick through his veins. He watched as Madeline circled her hips against Garrett’s. If his eyeballs could drool, they would have. He loved watching her ass move and sway, and well, he just loved her ass. It drew him to her, the pitiful sap he was when she was near, and he gripped it in his hands, hearing her surprised gasp. Then she ground it against his erection.

  That was it.

  Dalton spun her around and hauled her over her shoulder with Garrett following close behind. He was glad he could have walked through the grounds and the house blindfolded because her dress kept falling into his eyes and blocking his vision.

  “You got your wish, Madeline,” Dalton said as he spanked her very available ass through the yards of fabric that separated his hand from her bare flesh. “If you want to back out, you best do it now, because once we get into that house, you’re ours until we let you loose.”

  “I can handle anything you give me.” Her voice was muffled, but he heard her loud and clear.

  “You sure, babe?” Garrett taunted. “Because the two of us have pretty big stuff to handle.”

  “It’s not like I haven’t seen them before,” she shot back.

  Dalton let out a bark of laughter right as he kicked a side door to the house open. Instead of heading for the main stairway that would take them to his room, Dalton turned down a corridor and stalked down it.

  “Wait. Where are we doing?” she asked into his back.

  “You scared, babe?”

  “No, Garrett,” Madeline snapped.

  Garrett scoffed. “You know, you’re throwing a lot of attitude for someone over someone else’s shoulder.”

  “Stop trying to intimidate me, Garrett. I’m not scared of you.”

  “You really should not have said that, Madeline,” Dalton said as he turned into his and Garrett’s special room.

  “Where are we?” she asked, her voice hinting at her nerves.

  “A very special place. You’ll love it. I promise.” Dalton set her on her feet as Garrett flicked the lights on.

  His and Garrett’s special room, as they called it, was the house’s old servants’ quarters that they renovated years ago. Now, it was the picture of understated elegance—at least the decorations. The rest of the furniture in the room was meant for debaucherous, hedonistic, dominating sex. On his and Garrett’s part.

  In one corner of the room was a fully adjustable restraint table and on the opposite wall sat the California king-sized bed with reinforced steel bars forming a square canopy over it. To everyone else’s eyes, it just looked like a large bed with a minimalist, modern frame, but he and Garrett had it made especially for them—a bed with a frame and top rails that would be able to withstand the weight and stress of restraining a woman to it. The shelves and cabinets running along the walls housed their favorite toys, all brand new, of course, and lubes, condoms, restraints, anything their minds could come up with, which was a lot.

  Madeline took in the whole room with rounded eyes, then swiveled around. “You have a sex room in your family home?”

  Garrett just shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Why not? The only person who really stays here is Bea, and she’s not really ever home. She’s usually bothering us at our condo because she hates being alone at night. No one can hear anything. The walls are soundproof, and she would never come down here anyway.”

  “It’s so weird to me that there are whole wings of this house no one really goes into.”

  Her gaze flicked over them, and Dalton felt the familiar sensation of all of his blood slowly but surely flowing down to his cock, which grew heavy and thick in his pants.

  “You know what’s weird to me?” Dalton asked, his voice getting lower with his growing lust for her. “How much clothing you have on.”

  With that, Dalton walked behind her and unzipped her dress, his eyes glued to every inch of her newly revealed, luminous flesh. As her dress sagged from her body, her warm scent hit him, making his mouth water to taste her.

  “Turn around,” he commanded softly.

  Her shoulders tightened, but she did as he asked, slowly turning to face him. Her dress lay in a gauzy, satiny river of delicately-scented fabric, and she rose from it like Aphrodite herself, resplendent in all of her feminine glory. His gaze trailed down her body from the top of her head, to her rounded breasts, her small waist, her sloped hips, her bare pussy.

  Dalton bent his head and licked a beaded nipple and relished the shaky breath she took. Her fingers laced through his hair, and the sensation sent tingles under his skin. She pulled him tighter against her soft flesh, and he gave into her for a few moments, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking her deeper.

  “Dalton,” she moaned.

  Whenever she said his name like that, he felt like he was invincible. It fired his desire for her even when he thought it could go no higher. Already, his dick raged in his pants, demanding to get out and bury itself in her hot, wet, clinging cunt. He wanted to feel her skin against his as he watched her face while he pumped into to her, absorbing her every gasp and scream and sigh.

  Instead, he pulled back, promising himself he would get his delicious fill of her soon. Tonight was about her and her pleasure, about him and Garrett showing her with their hands, lips, and mouths how much they loved her and cherished her. Then they would seal the deal with their bodies and bind her to them, giving her so much pleasure that she would never be able to get turned on without thinking of them. It was only fair since she had already done that to them without even trying.

  Garrett came up behind her and pulled her against his naked chest. “Is your pussy wet for us, Madeline?” His hand caressed her belly and crept south, his fingertips brushing against her already swollen slit. “Answer my question, Maddie.”

  Her little tongue flicked out and wet her bottom lip. “Yes.”

  Garrett’s fingers spread her pussy lips and started stroking her swollen clit. Madeline gave a high-pitched cry, and her head fell back on Garrett’s shoulder. He let Garrett have his way with her for now. Once the games started, though, Dalton would be the one in charge. He took his time finding the silk restraints they were going to use on her, letting Madeline’s pleasured cries turn him on more. When he turned back to them, he stopped for a moment, staring at the sight before him. Garrett’s hand cupped Madeline’s pussy, and her thighs clenched around it, holding him in, holding him tightly against her as her fingers dug into his forearm. Her head was thrown back, and her breasts with their pink, pointed tips were heavy. She looked so soft and delicate with Garrett’s arms caged around her, and his skin was dark and rough compared to her milky white. Garrett pressed his face right next to hers, and Dalton watched as Garrett listened to her every cry and adjusted his touch to her, letting her search and seek her climax as he guided her toward it.

  Dalton drew closer, his eyes trained on Madeline’s writhing body. She was close. The signs were written all over her body. That sweet flush started blooming under her skin, and her gasps grew higher pitched and desperate, making her belly flutter.

  Then she came, her choked gasp turning into a groan as she rode Garrett’s hand. She undulated against Garrett’s body, and Dalton marveled at his brother’s restraint. Usually Garrett was the one who barreled into things, giving up their sensual play to get right down to business, but with Madeline, he liked to draw things out for her. It heightened their pleasure, yes, but Dalton knew Garrett ultimately did it for Madeline. Her orgasms were more intense as he and Garrett slowly wound her up.

  Dalton leaned down and pressed kisses against her collar bone and where her neck met her shoulder. He breathed in deep and took in her warm, heady scent—the scent of soft flowers and sensual, sated woman. Then he kissed her, deep and thorough, as he wrapped his hand around her wr
ists.

  Her eyes fluttered open and met his. She glowed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, but when she tugged on her wrist and could not get free, the satisfied look in her eyes turned to coyness.

  Dalton took one of her wrists in his other hand and kissed it before gazing at her and tying a silk rope around it. “If you want us to stop, your safe word is ‘red light,’ okay? If you say that, everything stops immediately.”

  Madeline gasped, but Garrett was already on it. “Relax, Maddie. You’ll like it. And if you don’t,” he shrugged, “then we’ll stop.”

  Dalton tied her other wrist and reached up to the hook under the crystal chandelier overhead. Still holding her wide-eyed gaze, Dalton attached the silk rope to it, lifting Madeline’s arms up over her head. Her breasts lifted as well, giving Dalton and Garrett the most luscious view of her nipples pebbling with her arousal.

  “But it’s going to fall.”

  “It’s reinforced, babe,” Garrett replied with his cocky grin. “We thought of everything.”

  Dalton handed the silk blindfold to Garrett, and he knotted it behind Maddie’s head. After checking her bindings were secure, Garrett walked toward the back of the room toward the supply cabinets. Dalton smiled to himself. His brother had a little surprise planned.

  Dalton returned his attention Madeline and stood directly in front of her, close enough that he could feel her body heat. He looked down her petite body and fought the rutting urge that threatened to take him over.

  He leaned in, letting her feel his breath against her neck. “Your nipples are so pebbled for us, and I’ll bet your sweet pussy is ready,” he whispered. “Isn’t it?”

  Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. “Y-yes.”

  Dalton nipped her earlobe. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Dalton,” she said, her voice a little stronger.

  He trailed his hand down her side, tracing the flare of her hips and caressing her soft, milky skin. He could not get enough of how delicate and fragrant her skin was, like warm, living silk.

  She tensed when he moved his hand lower, to where her leg met her pelvis. She was already warm and wet for them. He held back his groan as he cupped her hot pussy. He tilted his wrist up so the heel of his hand rubbed against her clit.

  “Ohh, Dalton.” She opened her legs wider for him, and the sight of her spreading herself for him made his dick jump in his pants, and when she said his name like that he felt like a veritable god on earth.

  He traced the seam of her pussy lips with the pad of his middle finger, teasing her, teasing himself as she squirmed. They would have to work on her ability to stay still when she was tied up, but they had the rest of their lives to practice.

  “Stay still,” he commanded.

  “But—”

  He pulled his hand away and smacked her pussy. “I said stay still or you’ll earn yourself a paddling.”

  Madeline groaned, but did as he said and bit down on her lip.

  Dalton continued where he left off, this time spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and drenching them in her cream. She was sopping wet for them, and Dalton fucking loved it. Tonight, they would worship her body the way it deserved to be worshipped, and they would show her exactly what she could expect in their life together. They would show her the depth of their passion and desire for her.

  Garrett returned from the back of the room with a pleased grin on his face and holding a bottle of lube. He silently came up behind Madeline and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, alerting her to his presence. “Take a deep breath, Madeline,” he commanded.

  She sucked in a quick breath and then let out a low moan. “Ohh.” Her body went slack for a moment, and Dalton knew his brother had breached the ring of muscles in her ass. He and Garrett shared a smug look over her shoulder, and then Dalton dipped his finger into Madeline’s slick cunt and swirled his fingertip around her engorged clit. She moaned between them, the scent of her arousal fanning the raging flames of his desire for her. He played with her clit, and Garrett plunged his fingers in her back hole until her breathing hitched in that special way that told them she was close.

  Dalton took her lips in a rough kiss. “Not yet, Madeline. You can come all you want later, but for now, you wait.”

  “No! No, no! Damn you!” she wailed as she tried to clamp her thighs around his hand to keep him in place.

  “You’re just making it worse for yourself, Madeline,” Garrett taunted. But the tone in Garrett’s voice told Dalton that Garrett wanted more. If there was anything Garrett loved more than fucking Madeline, it was watching Madeline work herself into a frenzy so he could watch her come. Dalton saw it in his brother’s eyes and in the avid way he watched every move and twitch of Madeline’s body. It was the chase, the anticipation.

  Dalton bent his head and sucked on her nipples while he finger fucked her, making sure to hit her G-spot every time he thrust into her. She went wild under his touch, pumping her hips against his hand and pleading for more. He watched, hypnotized by the deep undulations of her hips while she screamed and groaned and cursed him and Garrett, saying that they were heartless bastards for not letting her come. But he and his brother had their reasons.

  He straightened and caught Garrett’s attention over her shoulder. Garrett nodded, pulled away from Madeline’s body, and headed for the supply cabinets again. He returned within a few seconds, carrying a lubed up butt plug.

  “Open your legs wider, Madeline.” Dalton’s command was met with her jumbled words and moans, so he pinched her nipple at the same time he delivered a sharp smack to her pussy. “You just earned yourself a spanking. Spread those legs, Madeline.”

  “Y–yes, Dalton.” Her voice was breathy and ragged from all of her screaming, but she did as he commanded.

  “Wider.”

  “Dalton, I—”

  “Trust me, Madeline. Wider.”

  When she spread her legs far enough, Dalton dropped to his knees, took her hips in his hands, and held her body so he could use his tongue on her succulent pussy.

  Madeline squealed and shook above him, screaming his name as more of her precious cream flowed onto his tongue. He lapped her from cunt to clit, using the flat of his tongue to give her as much friction as possible. He wanted all of her thoughts and inhibitions to disappear until all she could focus on was the pleasure they gave her. Her legs almost gave out, and he used the strength of his arms to hold her steady as he tweaked her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking and teasing it until only garbled words came from her mouth. She was close. He could taste it, and he wanted to push her over the edge so she could come right against his face.

  Garrett approached her from behind. “Hold still, Maddie.”

  * * * *

  Her whole body was alight with the agonizing need to come until she passed the hell out. There was no way she could stand any more of this. Dalton’s tongue was so skilled, so precise in where he licked and sucked that she was beyond the ability to form words. All she knew was that her pussy ached with the need to be filled, to be fucked, and her clit burned and throbbed with every heartbeat, making her desperate, mindless.

  She needed to come. Now.

  She felt someone come up behind her—Garrett. Oh, God, maybe he would help her and end this torture. His hand caressed her ass cheek, triggering her pussy’s Pavlovian response, and she felt herself getting even wetter with the promise of something penetrating her.

  “Yes,” she groaned, and her head lolled to the side and rested on her arm.

  Any second now. Please, please. Her whole body ached.

  Then Garrett’s hands spread her ass cheeks and something cold and hard started pushing into her. The tingles started deep inside her and spread to her clit, making it sizzle and spark, ready to detonate.

  Just one more good lick, please, Dalton!

  Dalton took her clit between his lips and sucked. That was all she needed. She came apart, her whole body erupting so violently that she felt as if her skin failed to
hold her in. She knew she was screaming, crying out, but she could not hear it. All she could hear was the mad rush of blood through her ears and the masculine huskiness of Garrett’s voice telling her to keep coming. So she did. She fucked herself against Dalton’s tongue and fingers, felt him pressing against that perfect spot inside her. And then the plug sank inside her ass all the way, and she came again, trembling with the force of it surging in and out of her as Garrett fucked her hole with the toy. She dug her fingernails into the rope holding her up, trying to find some sort of anchor in her dark world of dangerous sensation.

  When she started coming down, she realized Dalton was no longer between her legs. She sensed him and Garrett behind her, which meant—oh, no.

  The first smack to her ass shocked her, and she jumped at the stinging contact.

  “That’s one. I lost count of how many you earned, so we’ll just go with six. How about that?” Dalton’s deep voice ran down her skin like warm caramel, wrapping her up in his seductive warmth.

  She groaned when the stinging turned into a warm sensation that settled in her pussy and clit, and then Dalton laid the remaining five spankings on her in quick, sharp succession, alternating cheeks until he finished and she was a panting, turned-on mess. She was already on the edge again, needing to come. Her pussy was dripping, and her nipples throbbed, needing to be sucked, but they took their damn time getting undressed. The sound of cloth rubbing against skin made goose bumps rise on her flesh, and she envisioned them getting naked in front of her, first Dalton and the Garrett, their meaty, masculine bodies glinting in the light, their cocks huge and imposing and virile. She would suck them later. For now, she wanted them to fuck her until she lost her voice from all the screaming.

  One of them came around to her front and pinched her nipple. She jolted from the sensation and felt an answering throbbing rush between her legs. She took a deep breath.

  Dalton.

  His spicy scent washed over her, making her anticipate his rough and playful loving.

  “Untie me,” she whimpered. “I want to touch you.”