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

by Charlotte Smith

  “I’ll finish up.” Drake’s burning eyes bored into Remy’s as he shifted the chains he held, clinking them against one another and setting off a fresh round of goose bumps.

  “F–f–f–finish what up?” Remy was really nervous now. These men—her men—were serious perverts, and as excited as she was they wanted to play with her, she was honest enough to admit she was scared shitless. She’d never been trained, didn’t know how to play their games, and was sure they’d have certain expectations.

  Before she could stop herself, she was admitting her thoughts to the Grantham triplets.

  “I don’t know how to do this.” Remy gnawed her bottom lip. Her statement seemed to give the triplets pause.

  “What do you mean you don’t know how to do this?” Knox trailed the paddle over Remy’s shoulder, causing a delicious shudder to run right from where he stroked to her already dripping pussy.

  “You don’t know how to enjoy a little bite of pain? You’ve already proven you enjoy it quite a bit.” That came from Drake, still shifting the chains around in his hands.

  “It’s not that. It’s just...” She didn’t seem to have the words to explain.

  “What, baby?” Joss ran the long feather teasingly across her stomach, causing her to writhe since she couldn’t relieve the tickle with her hands tied above her head.

  “I don’t know how to submit!” Remy blurted, her cheeks flaming.

  All three brothers laughed softly, although Joss was the first to shake his head with a chuckle and sit on the table beside where she was tied. He reached out again with the feather, trailing it lightly over her sensitive thighs and causing her to move restlessly as she tried to rub them together to relieve the tickle.

  “Sure you do.” Joss’ eyes were on the feather as he spoke. “You’ve been submitting to us in a million ways since we moved in together. You submit to us on the job. Now we’re moving the submission to the bedroom. And anywhere else we happen to fancy.” Joss leered.

  Knox stroked a hand over Remy’s hair, forcing her eyes away from Joss.

  “There are a few things you don’t know how to do. That is true.” Knox tugged Remy’s hair gently as she closed her eyes to try and escape his statement. She didn’t like feeling like an amateur.

  “For example,” Knox drawled, “you don’t know how to be tortured. But don’t worry, we’ll teach you that.” Knox leaned closer, his next words a puff of hot air against Remy’s ear. “And you don’t know how to beg. But I have a feeling you’ll be a natural at that, and we’ll certainly give you lots of inspiration.”

  Remy felt a hand slide between her legs, and she gasped as her eyes flew to Drake. He was standing beside the table, leisurely running two thick fingers through her soaking folds and gazing down at her spread pussy.

  “We like that you’ve never been trained.” Drake didn’t look at Remy as he spoke, content to watch as his fingers became coated with her cream. “That means we’ll be the ones to train you, and everything you learn will be from us. We’ll be your true Masters, pet.” He pulled his sticky fingers out of her cunt, lifting one to his mouth and sucking her cream off of it. He moved up the table to where Remy watched, spellbound, and offered her the other finger. She licked at it tentatively, and all three brothers groaned as they watched her small pink tongue lapping her own juices from Drake’s finger. She sucked Drake’s finger right into her mouth. With a curse, Drake jerked his finger out of her mouth and backed up a step.

  Remy was panting, the sound sexy as hell even to her own ears. Remy didn’t think she had ever experienced being so aroused, and she certainly wouldn’t have expected to get so turned on by licking the cream from her own pussy off someone else’s fingers. Remy watched Drake’s eyes glued to her tongue as she licked the remainder of her pussy cream from her lips, and in that moment she consciously gave up all control so the session could begin. Her last thought was that while she might trust them, she was still nervous as hell.

  Chapter 17

  Knox could barely contain his excitement. This was really going to happen. No, he corrected, it was already happening. He drew a deep breath and grounded himself. Remy would need every skill he had as a Dom, and he wasn’t about to let her down, even though his cock throbbed forcefully inside his jeans and he thought it might explode at any given moment. He savored the sight of the woman he loved tied to the table in front of him, and then he moved.

  Knox deftly untied Remy’s feet with nimble fingers, flipping her over and forcing her up onto her knees before she knew what was happening. He reached under the table and drew out a leather strap on each side, which he used to bind her knees as far apart as they could be spread. He stood back to survey his handiwork.

  Remy’s hands were still bound to the top of the table, forcing her head right down as she rested on her cheek. Her ass was high in the air, and as Knox circled her to take in her beauty from all angles, he could hear her soft pants and ragged breaths. He paused a moment directly behind her and reached out a single finger to stroke through the exposed cleft of her cunt, juicy and pink with her desire.

  Remy jerked violently at the soft contact, and Knox smiled, knowing how much she was going to love what they did to her. Well, he amended, she’d love what they did to her once all of them had punished her and they had gotten to the good part.

  Remy’s breathing had picked up, and Knox decided it was time to begin.

  * * * *

  Remy forced herself to breathe. She really thought she was in danger of passing out, although she didn’t think she’d ever heard of someone passing out from extreme sexual arousal before. She was conscious that the room was silent, and in her new position, she could barely move enough to see what was happening around her. She was aware her legs were spread obscenely wide, giving anyone behind her a perfect view of her pussy, which even she could feel dripping.

  As Remy was focused on the dripping of her pussy, she began to feel another kind of dripping down the crack of her ass. She squealed because the substance was cold, and she could hear Knox murmur something soothing to her as he began massaging the lube into the tight rosette of her ass.

  “This ass hasn’t been stretched since Monaco, has it, babycake?” Knox’s big finger rimmed her over and over, the sensation making it almost impossible for Remy to form coherent thoughts. She settled for a single word.

  “N–n–no.”

  Knox chuckled darkly, and Remy could feel more lube being poured down her crack. “Then we should probably stretch this little hole before we fuck it, shouldn’t we?”

  The shudders were constant now, the dark, dirty feeling of having her asshole played with rendering Remy speechless. She moaned, however, when Knox’s finger stopped its sinful massage. She whimpered, hoping he’d resume his dirty stroking.

  “Remington, I asked you a question.” Knox’s voice was cold, making Remy flinch. He rubbed her cheeks encouragingly, reminding her of her role as his submissive. Thanks to her girlfriends, she knew enough about Dom/sub relationships to know that when she was asked a direct question, it was her job to respond.

  “Yes, Knox.” Her voice trembled as she thought about what she was agreeing to.

  “Yes, Knox? Yes what?” Knox prodded her, and Remy realized he wouldn’t be content until she’d voiced his dirty words back to him.

  “Yes... you should probably stretch my little hole before you fuck it!” Remy squeaked, her eyes closed and her cheeks on fire. She felt something stroke her face, and her eyes flew open to see Joss beside her, brushing the backs of his knuckles across her cheek.

  “Good girl.” Joss smiled at her. “You’re learning.”

  “Let’s see if she can learn to take something in her ass without resisting.” Knox’s dark words jerked her awareness back to her forbidden hole, where something bigger than his finger had begun to press.

  Remy gritted her teeth against the pressure of the plug Knox was inserting into her ass. It burned, and with each little streak of fire came a delicious
heat that spread straight to her pussy. Remy had almost forgotten how much she loved having something in her ass. She’d never done it before the brothers had started fucking her there, and now she realized how much she’d missed it.

  With no encouragement, Remy flattened her back and pressed out against the plug, whimpering a little as it slid past the tight ring of muscles and deeper into her sphincter. Her hole was on fire, and she could feel her ass throbbing against the plug, feeling like the greedy hole was trying to suck the plug deeper. Her breath came out in short pants, and she realized she could hear Knox panting behind her. Apparently she wasn’t the only one getting turned on by having a plug shoved into her ass. The thought that she was pleasing Knox encouraged her, and she tilted her hips to give him a better view.

  Knox swore, and Remy knew he was seeing the plug lodged deep in her asshole.

  “You took the plug beautifully, pet.” Knox’s voice was deep and dark. “Later on we’ll give your luscious ass a reaming you won’t soon forget, but for now, there’s the matter of your punishment.”

  Remy moaned at his statement. She knew she was going to be punished, she just didn’t know how she was going to survive it.

  “Each of us will punish you.” Knox’s proclamation had Remy going completely still. “You will not be permitted to come until we are through.”

  “Noooo!” Remy’s voice came out on a wail. She was already so close!

  Knox’s voice deepened even more. “If you come without our express permission, your punishment will begin again. You are not to come, Remington. Do you understand?”

  Remy considered her options. She had none. She let her head sag farther onto the table. “I understand, Knox.”

  “Good. Then we begin.”

  Without any further ado, Knox brought the paddle he’d been holding down on Remy’s ass.

  Remy screamed. The initial sting from the paddle plunged into a deeper burn as the plug in her ass was jostled by the blow, causing lighting streaks of fire to jolt out of her ass and all the way through her body.

  Knox spanked her with the paddle again and again, and Remy screamed every time. She felt herself lifting into each blow, the decadent mixture of pleasure and pain lighting her whole body on fire. She felt red-hot all over and found herself beginning to drift into a sort of pleasant, floaty state. Just as she was really getting into that peaceful headspace, Knox stopped spanking her.

  “No going into subspace, pet.” Knox sounded amused.

  “Subspace?” Remy asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

  “You were getting all serene and drifty,” Knox explained. “Subs who like a little bit of pain—and you’re definitely that kind of sub— go into subspace when their Masters walk that line with them between pleasure and pain. But you’re not allowed to go there tonight. We can explore it later if you like, but tonight you need to feel everything we do to you.”

  Remy groaned, remembering that her punishment was only a third done. She still had two brothers to go. From what they’d said at the beginning of the session, Joss was up next. Remy’s pulse leapt as she remembered the implements he’d held, and she wondered what in hell he was going to do with that damn feather.

  Chapter 18

  Joss watched as Knox rubbed salve into Remy’s pink skin, stroking his hands lightly over her inflamed cheeks and gently removing the butt plug. Remy murmured softly as Knox crooned to her gently, telling her how proud he was of her. Remy basked in the praise, lifting her face to Knox’s as he kissed her cheek. Knox undid the straps holding Remy’s legs apart and gently turned her over, placing a padded cushion under her ass. He stroked her one last time then turned to Joss, nodding once.

  Sweet. My turn.

  Joss approached slowly, aware that Remy’s contentment with Knox’s aftercare had been replaced by her nervousness of what he was going to do with the rope and feather he carried. He wanted her a little nervous. He could smell her pussy creaming with renewed arousal and was touched that, even though she didn’t know what he was going to do to her, she would welcome it anyway.

  Knox had left Remy’s legs unbound because he knew what Joss was going to do, and Joss moved quickly before Remy could rub her legs together to try and relieve the ache in her pussy.

  He held her legs apart, admiring the pink flesh between them. “Your clit looks beautiful, babycake, all swollen and throbbing. It looks like a sweet, ripe raspberry. I am partial to raspberries.” With that, Joss leaned down to taste that hard berry, pressing Remy’s legs up and open with a hand behind each knee.

  Remy cried out as Joss laved her clit, thrashing her head from side to side. Joss alternately sucked her clit into his mouth and pressed it back with his tongue, causing Remy to scream when he raked her tender nub with the edge of his teeth.

  “Joss! Please stop!” Remy screamed, trying her best to move away from the hot mouth plundering her.

  “Now why would I stop?” Joss teased the entrance to her hot hole with his tongue.

  “I’m not allowed to come!” Remy wailed. “Please stop before I come!”

  Joss stopped his ministrations instantly. He kissed his way up Remy’s flushed body, pausing to kiss her mouth deeply and sharing the taste of her arousal with her. She breathed in deep gasps as her tongue tangled with his. Tears ran from her eyes.

  “I’m very proud of you for asking me to stop before you came.” Joss stood up and picked up the rope. “I would hate to have to punish you all night.”

  Remy looked like she regretted the decision. “I’d sell my soul for an orgasm right now,” she said then sniffled.

  Joss laughed. “I’ll trade you a dozen orgasms later if you’ll sell us your soul. You already own ours.”

  Remy wailed. “But I want one now!”

  Joss laughed harder as he began looping the rope around Remy’s body. He lifted her up, turning her this way and that, all the while winding and twisting the rope all around her limbs and core. He’d selected a rope made of velvet for her so it wouldn’t chafe her beautiful skin, and he watched her closely for signs of discomfort. He didn’t tie the rope too tight, not this time. Joss was a master with the ropes, knowing how to tie them and in what places to give a sub unimagined pleasure. He wanted to start off slow with Remy. She’d be tortured, yes, but it would be playful. He’d save his other rope-tying skills for the next time she misbehaved. God, he hoped that would be soon.

  * * * *

  Remy didn’t know what to do. Joss had bound her all over her body with the soft rope he’d been carrying, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now. She was still lying on her back with her arms suspended above her head, and while the ropes weren’t tied so tight they cut off circulation, they were definitely restricting.

  An uneasy feeling came over Remy. What would Joss do if she didn’t like the way he played? She’d loved Knox’s play, although it had just about killed her, but she wasn’t getting the hang of this rope thing. She squirmed a bit but stopped when Joss laid a hand on her calf. She looked down to see what he was doing and saw he was holding the long feather again. She felt her confusion double. What the hell was he going to do with that?

  She didn’t have long to wait.

  Joss trailed the edge of the feather over Remy’s stomach, causing her to giggle a bit at the ticklish feeling. She squirmed a bit to try and relieve it, and her giggle turned to a gasp as she realized what the rope was for.

  As soon as Remy squirmed, the ropes tightened around certain parts of her body and loosened around others, squeezing her breasts right across her nipples in the most delightful way. As the squeeze grew more intense, Remy squirmed again to try and relieve it, and the same thing happened. This time the ropes around her thighs and between her legs tightened, forcing her to moan as the soft velvet put pressure on her mound and the lips of her pussy. Her moan became a squeal as she squirmed, the ropes now squeezing her breasts, pussy, and ass in alternating waves.

  Remy writhed on the table, forced to participate in her
own erotic torture. No matter how she moved, the ropes caressed her skin and squeezed the most sensitive parts of her, causing a chain reaction unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her moans and squeals grew louder and more desperate as her body tensed and twisted, seeking the right combination of moves that would lead her to orgasm.

  Right when she thought she’d go over the edge, Joss, the bastard, used that damned feather to tickle her stomach again. Just like that, the cycle began anew as she squirmed to relieve the tickle, growling at Joss all the while.

  Joss laughed, and Remy noticed his eyes dancing merrily as he watched her writhe and pant. He used that feather all over her body now, tickling her inner thighs and the soles of her feet so she’d squirm closer and closer to orgasm. Every time she thought she’d go over, he’d haul her back from that edge with a well-placed stroke of his feather.

  Remy was shrieking now, screaming at Joss that she needed to come. The ropes between her legs had become slick with her cream, and the delicious squeeze and slide against her pussy would be enough if only Joss would quit tickling her!

  * * * *

  Joss watched as Remy rolled her hips, thrusting them up and pushing her breasts against the rope. Watching her take to the rope as well as she had made Joss feel like a king.

  Remy had clearly liked being restrained the times he and his brothers had played with her, but restraint with their bare hands or a piece of fabric was different from this sort of full-body bondage. Joss had been dreaming of this for ages, and acting out his fantasy was a million times better since the reality was that Remy loved it.

  Joss reached out and brushed the feather across Remy’s breasts, smiling as her full mouth dropped open on a sexy whimper and she arched into the teasing touch. He watched, spellbound, as her gorgeous body, flushed with their play and her arousal, undulated on the table. She had her hands clenched around the ropes that bound them, and her feet were planted on the table as she lifted her hips and rolled them in order to try and coax the squeeze of the rope down to her needy pussy.