Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Charlotte Smith

  All four moved to the table beside the door, picking up the last-minute items they’d need. Each of them grabbed a pen that doubled as flashlight, screwdriver, and Taser.

  Knox took a last deep breath and felt the adrenaline kick in that always preceded a job. He smiled at Remy and adjusted a fold on her wrap, unable to resist the temptation of touching her one last time. He handed her purse to her and squared his shoulders, turning away. Go time.

  Chapter 7

  Remy glanced around the ballroom, gauging the amount of alcohol consumed by the partygoers. It was around one in the morning, and while the party still raged around them, it was obvious most of the guests were tipsy. Some of them were beyond tipsy, Remy acknowledged, glancing at a pair of men who were snoring companionably on a settee at the side of the room.

  It was too bad this hadn’t been a real party designed for fun, Remy mused. Not that she hadn’t had fun with Drake. Despite his surliness, he’d been awesome tonight. He’d even asked her to dance a few times. She’d loved the dances they’d shared, the way his big hand had rested on the bare skin of her back, stroking softly. He’d been a perfect gentleman, guiding her with a hand at the small of her back and showing himself to be surprisingly light on his feet for such a big man.

  They’d even had fun exploring the château, identifying Contois’s private office immediately and seeing what kinds of decorating the extravagantly rich did in their homes. She snickered to herself, remembering some of the design disasters they’d seen. One room had been full of clashing animal prints. Another had been decorated entirely in shades of mint. It had looked like a dentist’s office in Hell. Contois’s security staff had eventually started ignoring them, the annoying nouveau riche American couple who kept going places they shouldn’t. One of the security staff, armed with a semiautomatic, asked them with more than a hint of exasperation in his voice why they couldn’t stick to the ballroom with the other guests. Remy had put a hand on his arm and had leaned close to him, sloshing a little of her champagne onto his sleeve for effect. They were currently in a room full of clown memorabilia. It was without a doubt the most terrifying room Remy had ever seen.

  “Y’all have such purty houses here,” she’d screeched at the man, who’d immediately tried to draw back. “We wanna have a good look around and take some of these here ideas back home so’s I can put ’em in my house and my momma’s house!”

  The man looked at Drake with sympathy after Remy had moved away to look at a “‘purty paintin’” of a dancing elephant in a tutu, leaning conspiratorially close. “She eez, ’ow you say, still nice looking?”

  Drake, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye or succumb to the laughter that was threatening to escape. Instead, he sighed dramatically and leaned close to the security guard. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous all right. Especially when she’s sleeping it off. She’s really, really nice looking in those moments, my friend.” Drake winked at the security guard, who grinned at him, and turned to Remy. “Poodle, I think it’s time to get you some more champagne, hmm?”

  Remy ran back to him and threw her arms around his neck. “Yeah!” She hollered, “Let’s just do that!” She buried her face in Drake’s neck for a moment and whispered so only he could hear, “If you ever call me poodle again, I will break your nose.” Then she spun around, almost knocking the poor security guard over in the process, and tottered toward the ballroom...where the champagne was located.

  Drake began to follow her but, before leaving the room, turned back to the security guard. “Sorry we keep getting sidetracked, but you can’t expect me to force people to put up with her all night. And besides…” Drake leered. “If she starts feeling...friendly, I want a private place so we can explore our friendship.”

  The security guard laughed, shaking his head. “Oui, monsieur, I understand. Just make sure she doesn’t ruin anything.” The guard had moved off, still laughing softly to himself.

  Now, it seemed to Remy the time had come to start doing what they’d been sent to do. She nuzzled up to Drake. “Wanna show me the gardens?” she asked seductively.

  Drake’s eyes sharpened as he looked casually around the ballroom, noticing the same thing Remy had noticed—that the majority of the party guests were wasted. “I’d love to, dear.”

  The two walked hand in hand to the huge doors leading out to the terrace, and Drake put a protective hand on her back as he guided her down the steps. They strolled out into the shadowy garden together, looking for all the world like a couple on their way to a tryst. Both Drake and Remy, however, were watching and listening for the other Grantham triplets. They hadn’t gone far when they heard a familiar tune being whistled, and they moved toward the sound. Joss and Knox emerged from the shadows close to the stone wall encircling the estate, looking like carbon copies of Drake in their tuxedos. Evidently their entries had gone without a hitch, and they’d been able to mill around the garden with the disguised equipment.

  Drake exchanged places with Knox, letting him step up and take Remy’s hand. “Let’s do it.”

  Remy led Knox back up the terrace steps, and the two quickly made their way to the office she and Drake had found earlier. They slipped inside and searched the room for any stray guests and prepared to wait for their teammates. Drake was indicating to Joss which window belonged to the office, after which they would enter through the windows along with Joss’s equipment. Remy made a mental note of thanks to ancient French architects who believed every room needed a window big enough to walk through, and to modern internet providers who weren’t willing to work on anything but the ground floors of these old castles. It certainly made their job easier. She also smiled to herself as she thanked Contois for the party, since his security was much more lax than it would ordinarily be. Apart from the front door and the prowling guards, the rest of the security seemed to have been relaxed for the evening.

  After ten or so minutes, Knox went to the window and opened it. Sure enough, he had no sooner gotten it open than two sets of hands appeared on the sill, and Drake and Joss hoisted themselves up. Joss hauled on a cord he’d been pulling with him, and Drake hauled on another. In a matter of seconds the two men had the gift box of guns and Joss’s equipment in the room with them, and Joss went to work on Contois’s computer.

  This was always the worst part, as far as Remy was concerned. She hated waiting. She knew Joss could do this kind of work faster than pretty much anybody else on the planet, but she still hated the feeling that all she could do was wait.

  At least she could look at something pretty, she thought to herself. She let her eyes wander over the tuxedo-clad bodies of the triplets, appreciating everything she saw. Damn those boys looked good dressed up. Not that they didn’t look good in jeans, she thought, but seeing all three of them wrapped up like presents complete with little bow ties really put the cherry on her sundae.

  Joss’s hands flew over the keyboard, too fast to watch. He worked quickly since they needed to get in and out, but his work also needed to be precise.

  Knox had positioned himself by the door, keeping half his attention on Joss and the other half on what was happening outside in the corridor. To lock the office door would be to call attention to it since it had been unlocked all night, especially since security had been patrolling the halls and would notice a locked door with lights on.

  Joss was working even faster now, staring intently at the computer screen. “I’ve got it,” he said quietly.

  Drake let out an explosive breath where he was standing, close to the window, and Knox relaxed visibly.

  “I just need to copy it to my hard drive and replace the security protocols. Five minutes.”

  Joss had just unplugged the hard drive and packed up his equipment, continuing to replace security protocols when Knox snapped his fingers sharply, drawing their attention to him instantly.

  “Footsteps. Someone’s coming,” Knox breathed.

  * * * *

  “Fuck,” Drake grated between his teeth. It couldn’t be
anyone but a security guard, and those bastards were all armed. Drake looked around the room, assessing the situation and running through alternatives with lightning speed. “Joss, how long?”

  “I’m done, but it needs to be restarted. We need to cover the noise of the hard drive booting up.”

  Drake took a deep breath and settled on a plan. He only hoped Remy would forgive him. “Joss, under the desk. Go.”

  Joss slid from the desk chair under the desk, tucking himself out of sight.

  “Knox, stay where you are, gun trained on the door. The door will open toward you so get ready to move, but you need to cover us.”

  Knox moved to obey, pulling a gun from the gift box and screwing on a silencer with quick precision.

  Remy was already on her feet, ready to do whatever Drake asked. Well, Drake corrected, she probably wasn’t ready for this.

  “Two minutes, maybe a little longer,” Knox said quietly.

  “Remington,” Drake barked, his whisper audible only in the room. “Here. Now.”

  Remy was clearly confused but didn’t waste a moment. She moved quickly to stand beside Drake at the window. Drake didn’t hesitate. He spun her around, leaned over, and lifted her skirt above her waist. With a firm hand on her back, he bent her over the desk in front of him.

  * * * *

  Remy was really confused. In an instant she’d been bent over the desk under which Joss was hiding, and Drake was behind her and her skirt was above her waist. Oh, my God, my skirt is above my waist. What the hell is he thinking! She only had a moment to wonder because in the next instant she heard the sound of a zipper being undone. She scrambled to see what was happening behind her, but a sudden sharp slap to her ass had her squealing and scrambling forward on the desktop.

  “Noise, Remy. We need noise to cover the sound of the computer.” With that, Drake spanked her again. And again. And again. He spaced the slaps all over her tender flesh, rubbing the burn into her cheeks before spanking her again. Her pussy was creaming in no time, shocking her, the warmth spreading from her pink flesh to the pinker flesh between her legs. She parted her legs a bit, hoping Drake wouldn’t notice. The cool air hit her hot cunt, and Remy squirmed again, trying to find a way of easing the tightness in her clit. It felt twice its normal size, and it pulsed with the beat of her heart. She opened her legs a bit more and heard Drake’s low chuckle behind her.

  “You like being spanked.” The low, gravelly quality of his voice matched the stroke of his hand along the overheated skin of her ass. He rubbed that callused hand back and forth, his movements hypnotic as he alternately spanked and stroked her burning cheeks. “Look at your poor little clit, all shiny with your cream and begging to be touched. Does your clit need some attention, sweetheart? Is that why you opened your legs to show it to me? Or maybe it’s not your clit that needs attention, maybe it’s this hot little hole.” Drake’s finger rimmed her, skimming across her pussy lips. “Damn, honey, you are wetter than wet.” He buried one hand between her legs, keeping her labia spread while his other hand continued to spank her ass.

  Remy couldn’t do anything but moan. Her hips rotated, seeking something to ease the ache inside her, but Drake’s big hand kept her legs spread and her pussy open. She knew she must be creaming all over him, but it felt too good to try to resist.

  “If you like being spanked this much, baby, I wonder what else you like,” Drake mused. “I wonder if you’d like it if I spanked that sweet pussy now that your ass is such a pretty pink. Let’s give it a try, yes?”

  Remy laid her cheek against the cool wood of the desk, her fingers gripping the opposite edge. Drake’s hand cracked down against her most tender flesh, and she squealed again. Stars exploded in front of her eyes from the initial sharp burn his smack ignited, but it was quickly replaced by a long slow burn that had her eyes tearing up from the pleasure. Drake was spanking her. He was lighting her ass and pussy on fire in the middle of a stranger’s office, in the middle of a damn job, and his brothers were both in the room.

  And she liked it. No, she corrected as he slapped her clit, she loved it. Her squeals had turned to throaty moans, and she could feel herself arching into his slaps. Her body didn’t seem to care she was in the middle of a life-and-death situation. No, it just wanted Drake to keep going.

  She arched backward toward his hand, anticipating the next slap, but got something she hadn’t anticipated. Two fingers fucked themselves straight into her juicy pussy, swirling and scissoring inside her. She couldn’t help it. She screamed.

  The footsteps in the hall paused, and Remy could picture the owner of those feet assessing, listening to where that scream had come from. Her last thought was that Drake’s fingers felt massive inside her when all hell broke loose in her body because there was something pressing into her cunt, and it was a lot bigger than those fingers had been.

  Drake was going to fuck her. No, Remy thought giddily, Drake was already fucking her. The press and burn of the most mammoth cock she’d ever taken had her scrambling her feet against the floor, trying to get enough traction to be able to push back against him. But Drake was having none of it. With a snarl, he gripped her right thigh just behind the knee and lifted her leg right up onto the desk, spreading her wide for his invasion. He had one hand on the back of her knee, holding it in place on the desk, and the other was on her back, flattening her to the desk and forcing her to arch.

  He pressed forward one agonizing inch at a time, and Remy felt a thousand electric shocks jolt through her as that monster cock sizzled against the nerve endings in her pussy, nerve endings still on fire from his spanks. He pulled back and pushed forward again, coating himself in her cream with each thrust, and each time worked himself a little deeper into her clinging cunt. Remy could hear herself panting, and she could hear him snarling, softly spoken, filthy words and dirty details of what he was going to do to her.

  “This cunt is sucking me in, isn’t it, baby? Your pretty little pussy is stretching wide over my cock, and I can feel every little ripple. You want me deeper, don’t you? You want me to fill you up. And I will fill you up. I’ll fill you with my cock, and I’ll fill you with my cum, and you’ll love every minute of it. You were made to take a pounding, weren’t you? I can give you everything I’ve got, and you’ll still beg me for more. Luckily for both of us”—Drake dropped his head so his mouth was just beside Remy’s ear, and he fisted a hand in her hair and directed her gaze to Knox—“I’ve got brothers to help me work you over. You’ll come so many times with us you’ll lose track, and by the time we’re done, you’ll call each of us Master. Joss,” Drake directed his hoarse whisper to his brother under the desk, “I think she could use a little extra.”

  Remy didn’t have time to process what that last bit meant because, before she could make her lust-fogged brain comprehend what Drake had said, she felt another sensation that had her eyes rolling back and her mouth dropping open. It took her time to identify what she was feeling because she’d forgotten Joss was hidden under the desk. She was too aroused to feel any shame that he had an intense close-up of her pussy, red and creamy from Drake’s spanking, and she hoped he was enjoying watching his brother work his cock into her pussy. She certainly hadn’t expected him to do more than watch. But with Drake’s request ringing in her ears, Remy realized what he’d meant by “a little extra.”

  Joss was licking her clit. He was working her clit with his clever lips and tongue, and all the while Drake was pressing his hard dick into her pussy.

  Joss’s velvety tongue flicked over her little nub, alternately soothing the heat Drake had created and stoking the fire to new heights. With every swipe of Joss’s talented tongue, she squeezed on the thick cock that was still tunneling into her depths. Drake groaned as she milked his cock, Joss’s ministrations to her clit causing her internal muscles to spasm around Drake’s girth. It was a chain reaction unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Joss would snake his tongue out, swirling it briefly around her clit, and she’d clench o
n Drake. Drake would react to the squeeze of her internal muscles by fucking another inch of his dick into her tight sheath, and his motion would force her clit right back onto Joss’s tongue.

  When Joss introduced the edge of his teeth to the little bundle of nerves, she felt herself squeeze violently, and at the same time became aware of the fine thread of Drake’s control snapping. He gripped her hips with both hands and drilled his cock balls-deep into her greedy pussy.

  Remy screamed at the sensation and heard the footsteps outside begin to run toward them. She didn’t care. All she cared about was that she was split wide over the thickest cock she’d ever known and she could feel Drake’s balls slap against her pussy with every pounding stroke inward, the brush of the velvety sacs against her still-tender flesh preventing the burn of Drake’s spanking from cooling. And Joss was licking through her wet folds, circling around her clit and causing her slit to gush more moisture around Drake’s cock, wetting him down to his balls.

  Drake pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy, the slurping, sucking sounds they made accompanied by Drake’s guttural grunts and groans and Remy’s whimpers and squeals. She pressed her hands into the desk and pushed herself back against the cock fucking into her with such abandon, and her eyes met Knox’s where he stood on the other side of the room. His gaze was fierce, and he rubbed the bulge in his tuxedo pants totally unconsciously. Remy wished she was coherent enough to ask him to take his cock out and stroke it where she could see it, but all she could do was moan. She was fucking one brother’s cock while another licked her clit and the third one watched, and she loved it.

  That thought was enough to send her screaming into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, and in her pleasure, she was aware of Drake’s roar of fulfillment as her pussy milked him and he pulsed inside her, pumping hot jets of cum into her body. He thrust once, twice more, and was still, his fingers still digging into her hips and his heaving chest against her back. With a last soothing lick to her over sensitized clit that made Remy jerk, Joss stroked a hand down her thigh and moved back.