Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  The beauty queen greeted them and laughed, and then they laughed.

  It made Diana want to puke.

  Trace reached out and grabbed the woman to his chest. An ugly sickness attacked Diana’s belly, which she refused to call jealousy, but it was the same feeling she had when these two tried to pick up the popular girls in school. Didn’t they see the woman only wanted them for their bodies? Okay, she wanted them for their bodies, too, but at least she thought they had something of merit to say. Or was she rationalizing again? Was she making excuses as to why these two seemed to want this girl instead of her?

  She thought back to their time together. When they weren’t being typical high school boys, Jack, late in his junior year, had talked about wanting to fight world hunger, but she wasn’t sure if that was a ploy to make him sound like he had more to offer a college than his skill as a wide receiver. His grades had never been great. She’d heard he came from money, something to do with ranching, but he never talked about horses or cattle, so she’d chalked it up to rumor.

  Trace had always been more aggressive than Jack and often was the first to get in a girl’s pants, even if he and Jack were vying for the same women. Often the girls would tire of him quickly, or so she’d heard. She figured it was the fact Trace came from a family who told him to suck it up and offered no sympathy, even when he’d cracked his ribs during a game. Not being surrounded by love had to affect a person growing up. His family was also poor, which might be why Trace spoke of running his own business one day. Guess that never panned out either.

  The image of Trace alone by his locker, staring off into space, formed in her mind’s eye. At times, he wore the saddest expression. Diana had contemplated asking if he needed a hug, but she never had the courage. The rebuff would have been too much.

  The woman’s lilting laugh drew her attention back to the threesome. Now the woman had her arms around Jack’s neck and was planting a big kiss on him. From the way his hands crawled over her back, he liked the attention. Well, damn. And here she thought he might be attracted to her.

  The woman pulled away, reached out and squeezed Trace’s balls, smiled, and sashayed away. They laughed. Instead of going back to their conversation, they faced the direction the redhead had taken and watched her. Diana’s blood pressure rose. Hadn’t she hired them for five days to think only of her? Shit. Duped again.

  * * * *

  Jack leaned over to Trace and cut the mental line to Charlene. “She doesn’t compare to Diana, does she?”

  “You got that fucking right. All she wants is to get into our pants. But after yesterday, I’m tempted to do her just to get rid of my blue balls.” He adjusted his crotch. “We can’t get near Diana for a lot of reasons.”

  They’d both spent the night drinking, trying to figure out what to do with the sexy siren who’d turned their job on its end.

  Jack nodded over Trace’s back. “Uh-oh. Look who’s coming our way. It’s Sharon.”

  “Shit. I hope she isn’t here to lodge a complaint from our vixen.”

  “We did exactly what Diana asked.” Though from the way she dismissed them yesterday they must have disappointed her in some way.

  Trace shrugged. “I know, but there was something reserved about her. It was like she wanted to let go but couldn’t.”

  “I liked that about her. There’s so much we could teach her. I think we could make a positive impact on her life if only she’d let us.”

  The click of Sharon’s heels halted their conversation.

  “Hi, boys. I got a call from your client.”

  Her name’s Diana. “She has a complaint?” Jack’s gut soured.

  “No, but she wants to change her fantasy.”

  His hands fisted. “To what?” He loved touching her, teasing her, and trying to bring out her inner slut, which he was sure she possessed.

  “She doesn’t want you to touch her anymore.”

  Trace jerked his shoulders forward. “What the fuck?”

  Sharon held up a manicured finger. “She wants you to make her climax without making physical contact.”

  Jack looked at Trace. “How the hell can we do that? We’ve tried every trick in the book yesterday, and nothing worked. And we had our hands and mouths all over her.”

  His friend shook his head. “I tell you, she was lying through her porcelain-white teeth.”

  “Maybe.”

  Sharon smiled. “I’m sure you two will figure something out. Remember, at the Sensual Pleasures Resort, we never disappoint a client.” Like they hadn’t heard that before. “Have a good one.”

  Jack dragged a hand through his hair, wishing now he hadn’t cut it so short. “Now what do we do?”

  Trace stared ahead for a moment. “How about the old feathers routine?”

  “You think?”

  “You heard Sharon. She said no touching, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use other devices to excite Diana. Let’s head to the sex store and see what other titillating devices we can come up with.”

  All he could think of was a butt plug for her sexy ass. He’d bet his ranch she’d never let anyone take her that way before. To get her used to the idea, they needed to stretch her out.

  * * * *

  By the time the two men arrived later that afternoon, Diana had already had a glass of wine to help take the edge off her nerves. Not wanting to be accused of being a tease, she’d dressed in jeans and a baggy T-shirt.

  “Hey, darlin’.”

  How would they handle the new rules? Putting such restrictions on them almost made her giddy. For the first time ever, she had the upper hand.

  Both wore low-slung, nicely fitting jeans, and tight shirts. Could this get any better? Her pussy clenched. Stupid body. She blinked, trying to erase the look of awe from her face.

  Trace stepped forward, his gaze running up and down her body. “Oh, no, sugar. This will not do.”

  He lifted the baggy T-shirt from her body, careful not to touch her. That wasn’t what she expected, but she could hardly complain. He hadn’t broken her new rule. Sharon’s visit at the pool must have been about her new request.

  Jack moved in. “I think you need to visit the resort store. That plain white bra needs to go in the trash.”

  Now that hurt. She’d just purchased the new underwear. Sure, it was plain, but for once, her boobs didn’t spill out over the cups. “Is that right?”

  “Yes, but for now we’ll be happy with you wearing nothing.”

  She wondered how they were going to accomplish that, given the circumstances.

  “Strip.” The command came from Trace and made her want to obey, but only on her terms.

  “I’ll take off my bra if you take off your shirts.” Where had that come from? While she wasn’t shy anymore, she’d never been the sexually aggressive one.

  This might not be a fair exchange, but at least she’d get two pieces of eye candy for the price of one.

  They lifted their shirts and discarded them. Wow. Neither had a lot of chest hair, just like she liked it. Each had a sprinkling over their nipples, along with a tantalizing line down to their waistband. Hot didn’t come close to describing them.

  “Your turn, sugar.”

  She did as he asked and unhooked her bra then let it dangle over her finger for a moment before dropping it to the carpet.

  “Now the jeans.” Trace’s forehead pinched, looking way too serious.

  She hesitated for a moment, trying to decide how much to give in. Aw, hell. She was dying to know how they thought they could excite her. Were they going to stare her into getting her hot? It might work.

  She shucked off her shoes and lowered her jeans as slowly as she could, making sure to wiggle her ass. That motion was probably lost on them as her butt was facing the other direction, but it was too late to turn around.

  Trace waved his fingers. “Now the panties. We’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all night long.”

  They had? Tingles pulsed between her legs. She
didn’t mind admitting it. She had gotten wet thinking about getting naked with them watching.

  Damn Jack. He would have to lick his lips, as if their “plan” would work. Well, she’d show them that nothing they did would turn her on.

  This time she turned her back to them, slipped her thumbs in her panties, and eased them over her hips. Too bad there wasn’t some music in the background. She would have swayed and lingered. Two of her girlfriends had taken a pole dancing class and had begged her to join them. Now she wished she had taken them up on their offer.

  “Darlin’, you’re making me crazy showing me those cheeks of yours. You know what I want to do with you.”

  Oh, God. All night long the image of the three of them entwined danced in her head. She couldn’t erase the gleam in Jack’s eyes the moment Trace told him to open her bottom wide.

  She spun around to face them and stepped out of her panties. No use inciting a riot.

  Jack smiled and closed the gap between them. “I want to dip my cock in you right now and fuck you silly.”

  She wanted that, too, and nearly caved. Maybe she shouldn’t have changed the rules so at least he could probe her another way.

  “To do that, I’d have to touch you, which is against the rules.” Trace glanced at Jack. “I’ll get the stuff.”

  Stuff? A shiver traipsed up her spine. He disappeared out the door and returned a moment later. He opened a brown grocery store bag and pulled out a blindfold. Uh-oh.

  With too much confidence he strode over to her. “Lie on the bed. We have some surprises for you.” He winked, and her stomach tumbled.

  She wasn’t sure she could handle them doing things to her without being able to see them. If only she could be indifferent, she could handle the situation so much better. “I like surprises.” As long I can maintain my composure.

  She fluffed the pillows and sat down, awaiting further instructions. She didn’t like the fact these two were able to walk in a room and immediately take charge. Hadn’t her new rule thwarted them in any way?

  “Turn your back to me.” Trace stood over her.

  More commands. She was game, unless they touched her.

  Trace placed the cloth over her eyes, blocking all light. This wasn’t part of her plan, but she was a big girl. She cleared her throat. “But I want to watch you.” Losing her sense of sight would make her more vulnerable to these enticing men. Maybe they’d relent. She could force the issue and rip the blindfold off, but then she’d come across as a bitch.

  “Oh, sugar. Not being able to watch is the whole point. The loss of sight will add to the sensations. Trust us.” She could have sworn his cowboy accent took on a Southern edge.

  This one time she’d go with it. “Fine.”

  He tied a knot without touching a hair on her head. So far, he obeyed the rule.

  “Now be a good little girl and stretch on out so Jack and I can see your sumptuous body.”

  Sumptuous? He’d never used that word in high school. Without saying anything, she slid down on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands or how wide she should keep her legs, so she just relaxed, hoping they’d think she did this sort of thing all the time. Too bad her heart was racing and her heated blood sent pulses between her legs. Ripples of desire raced to her nipples, which were surely standing up waiting for their undivided attention.

  “Ready, Jack?”

  “Oh, yeah. For starters, I’m going to make her pussy weep.”

  How were they going to do that?

  “Trace, do you think she can even handle our big cocks? She looks kind of tiny.”

  She never thought dirty talk could be so exciting. It was just talk, right?

  Her first instinct was to shoot back a retort about needing proof they were as big as they claimed but then decided that would be asking for trouble. She’d drool for sure, and if they actually let her touch their cocks, they’d know for sure she was a fraud. However, nothing in her new contract said she couldn’t touch them. How would they like it when the tables were turned?

  Ooh. This was going to be so much fun.

  Chapter Four

  Diana squirmed on the bed, urgently awaiting their next move. The damned blindfold prevented her from watching their expressions, which would tell her so much about them as adults. She shouldn’t have agreed so quickly to their plan.

  Unless they used handcuffs, they wouldn’t be able to tie her to the bed like yesterday. Having her hands free so she could touch them when she wanted gave her newfound freedom, assuming she could find them with her eyes closed.

  Something light brushed against her shoulder, and she mentally tried to analyze what it was. It definitely wasn’t a finger. It was too silky. Then a similar soft sensation began around her ankle. She sorted through some items in her mind but couldn’t place what they were using to drag along her body.

  The light touching continued for about a minute or two, slowly building the tension in her body, even in places where they hadn’t yet explored. Her muscles began to move with the flow of the object until her hips swayed. This wasn’t good. They were experts. Trying not to express her interest was proving impossible. Aw, hell, she’d never last if they kept up the easy, sensual movements.

  Suddenly, they both stopped and her body tensed. As if on some cue, material was dragged under each ankle and a knot tied on top. Both her legs were spread apart really wide at the same time, stretching all of her to the max. They must have tied her legs to the bedposts, because when she tried to close her thighs she couldn’t.

  “Easy, darlin’. We had to open you up like this. We wanted clear access to your virgin pussy. Trace and I have some great plans for her. And you.”

  Plans? She swallowed. “I’m hardly a virgin.” She put as much bravado into her tone as possible. She’d only slept with two men in her life, though she refused to consider herself inexperienced, and she certainly was not virginal.

  “Hmm. When I asked if you liked to be fucked yesterday, you hemmed and hawed. We figured you hadn’t been with many men. Don’t worry. Trace and I will take care of that.”

  A strong shiver grabbed her belly. “How are you going to do that? You can’t touch me.”

  Jack laughed. “We have our ways.”

  Before she could figure out what he meant, the same light material traced a line down her wet slit. She tried to tighten her thighs to stop the assault, only to remember the ties. As if the two men were silently signaling, her wrists were encircled with more material. She supposed she could have yanked free, but being at their mercy made her wetter. They dragged her arms over her head and secured the wrists together. They gave her enough slack to move them a little, but not enough for her to lower her arms by her side.

  “Sugar, just lie back. Let go of all your worries and enjoy the thrill.” His voice came out soft and smooth, like a trickle of water over a pile of rocks in a stream.

  The mattress over her head sank, and a hint of sandalwood floated over her. Trace was taking the helm. Something hard drew a path from her throat down to her nipple. The crest hardened again, as if begging to be sucked or plucked. She regretted her changes of plans. Right now, she’d loved to be taken in his mouth, but she refused to admit she wanted them.

  “What is that?”

  “It’s just a feather.”

  Just? He better not be lying.

  Jack, who was probably in direct sight of her pussy, swirled two feathers across the soles of her feet, causing her toes to curl.

  “You like that, don’t you, darlin’?”

  He would be the kind to enjoy tickling her. “Yes.” Might as well be honest every once in a while. Though if she really wanted to speak her mind, she’d tell him to move up along her thigh and stimulate her poor, lustful pussy.

  His ministrations finally did move higher, thank God, but the feather went too slow, as if it was an old leaf floating down a lazy river, twisting and turning at the whim of the wind. Sometimes Jack would drag it in a straight line and somet
imes he’d move the damn thing around in circles. The tip of the feather was harder than the ever-so-light after-feather near the base of the hollow shaft. Anticipation built as he edged up along her inner thigh.

  As easy as it was to get lost in the building thrill, Trace seemed to be doing his damnedest to draw her attention to what he was doing. Instead of the tip of the feather, he would use the hard, rounded shaft to poke, prod, and draw circles around the tip of her hardened nipples.

  Her back arched for more contact.

  “Sugar, if there’s something you want us to do, just tell us. Hey, Jack?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can you smell her? Is she ready yet?”

  Even she could smell her sex perfuming the air. They had to know she was ripe for a climax. Jack had been right about her being wet. Despite the overwhelming evidence she was turned on, she wouldn’t say it out loud. Giving them control would defeat her need for revenge. Maybe revenge wasn’t the right word, but she wanted to show them how wrong they’d been to ignore her all those years ago.

  Her thoughts were so uncool. Grow up.

  Maybe she was being childish, and she wanted to prove something to someone, but with the way they were treating her now, it was hard to stay mad.

  Jack’s feather returned to her wet opening, and an electric jolt shot through her veins. Oh, God. He must have known how she was affected since he had the nerve to tap her clit with the hard end. She moaned. Damn him.

  “Finally, darlin’. I was beginning to think you were frigid.”

  Her fists clenched. “I am not frigid.” Dave thought she was, but that was because he sucked in bed.

  “I’m not so sure. You don’t seem overly eager to have us.”

  What did that mean? “You know I can’t have sex with you or you with me.”

  “Don’t be so sure.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Sugar, we’re going to show you instead of tell you.”

  Her defense mechanisms shot to high gear. “I can take whatever you have to offer.”