Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

  More shots of outdoor scenes, some animals, a lot of her with a couple of other guys. His gut twisted momentarily.

  “Who’s that?” he asked casually.

  She smiled. “Joel and Ryan. Joel’s the one on the right. You can tell Ryan because he’s wearing his ‘I’m a cop, don’t mess with me’ look.”

  Mason froze and slanted a look up at Griff, who shrugged. He returned his attention to Emma and exhaled. So she had a cop friend. Big deal.

  The city was full of them. And what were the odds he’d ever meet the guy?

  The computer blared into life, and she started. Griff chuckled. Mason sent out a feeler and picked up the steadily growing thrum of passion emanating from his friend.

  He lifted a brow, and Griff returned a grin and then nodded down at Emma.

  Mason eased off the power and concentrated on the little dove next to him.

  Emma’s hand hovered over the mouse. A fine tremor raced through her, and her fingers clenched before she finally slapped the mouse and clicked a few times. Within seconds a window filled the screen.

  FetFilms scripted boldly across the monitor.

  Mason leaned closer, attention caught. The window was filled with several smaller ones showing pictures of women and men in various sexual acts. Each time she moused over one, the picture flipped through a bondage scene.

  His body responded immediately, pounding uncomfortably against his jeans.

  He cleared his throat. “So, what is this site?”

  Griff crowded behind her, hands now clasped at the small of his back. “And why do you like it? I’m very interested to see what excites you.”

  Her head bowed, and she tucked both hands between her legs. “I don’t know if I can show you.”

  “Why not?” Mason asked, pitching his voice low and soothing.

  “It’s embarrassing,” she muttered.

  “It’s not,” he countered. “It’s natural and fun. We’re here to help you explore yourself, Emma, remember? And if you don’t want to tell us in so many words, then why not show us?”

  “Start by explaining what the site is,” Griff ordered.

  She reached for the mouse again and wiggled the cursor over the title of the site, FetFilms. “It’s a pay-per-video site. You buy credits to watch the movies.”

  “Like a virtual peep show,” Mason said.

  She nodded. “On this one, all the trailers are free. They give you just enough to interest you, and then you have to pay to watch the whole thing.”

  “What sort of sex acts are on here?” Mason asked.

  She squirmed, her passion flared, and he reeled a bit before containing it.

  “It’s mostly bondage. Lots of toys and machines and anal sex.”

  Her voice hitched at that one, and Mason sat up straighter. “You like anal sex?”

  She swiveled to look at them. “Maybe? Like I keep saying, I just don’t know what I like.”

  Griff hunched in front of her. “I want you to show me the top three trailers you watch. Then tell us why you like to watch them. Concentrate on what excites you about the movie as you’re watching it, then explain it to us. Can you do that, pretty girl?”

  She shuddered but nodded. “Yes.” Emma spun again, palmed the mouse, and clicked on the page button on the bottom of the page. And again. Three more times before she inhaled deeply and clicked a box. In the still shot, a woman was tied with rope, her legs bent at the knee and pulled wide apart. Her arms were bound and bent at the elbow. Her entire body was supported by a padded bench beneath her back, and every orifice was open and available.

  Mason cupped his cock and rubbed lightly.

  The trailer began and flipped rapidly—too fast to get anything other than an appreciation for the scene—from one torment to the next. The woman was bound, whipped, flogged repeatedly, ass and pussy stuffed and made to come constantly. He felt Emma’s intensity spike during one scene, though, and it intrigued him.

  “Run it again. Does it have a pause feature?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. When I tell you, stop the video. I want you to describe what you see and how it makes you feel,” Griff said.

  Her pulse leapt, loud and hard enough for him to feel the tiny vibrations in the air between them.

  Emma played the video over, and he watched her. His gaze flicked every now and again to the screen, but when he saw her lean forward, he gripped her shoulder. “Now.”

  She clicked the mouse, and the woman on the screen froze, her face drawn in lines of painful ecstasy. “What do you see?” Mason demanded.

  Emma swallowed loudly. “Her arms are bound behind her, and she is on her knees, face pushed into the mat beneath her. There are clamps on her tits, and a man is using a vibrator on her clit.”

  She trailed off.

  “What else?” Griff asked gruffly. “I don’t need Mason shoveling your excitement at me to know how you feel. What is turning you on so much?”

  She swiveled her head and stared at Griff, her expression surprised. “How do you know it’s not anything I’ve already said?”

  Her voice hitched a couple of times, and she wrinkled her nose in an adorable way that made Mason want to scoop her into a bear hug.

  Griff’s smile was just this side of feral. “I can smell your pussy from here.”

  Emma flushed a deep red, and she squirmed on the chair. “Is that part of your powers, too? Super smell?”

  Mason chuckled. “Quit stalling and tell us. Now.” He must have infused enough command in his voice to get the message across because she looked at the screen then them again.

  “It’s the hook,” she whispered.

  Mason’s brow shot upward, and he leaned down, put a hand on her shoulder, and spun her around. Still gripping her soft skin, he pointed at the screen. “Show me.”

  Griff stepped up beside her, his heat and growing lust a force strong enough that Mason had a little difficulty controlling it. Emma gasped in response.

  Damn. Mason took his hand away but remained close. “The hook, Emma.”

  Her head bounced back and forth with her gaze, eyeing both of them before she spoke. “I am intensely interested in the anal hook,” she said rapidly. “Actually, anything anal intrigues me, but this”—she waved an elegant hand at the stilled screenshot—“this blows my mind.”

  Griff crouched beside her and placed his big palm on her thigh. “Do you have any idea how difficult that would be for a novice?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want a huge one like these girls use. Surely there’s a beginner’s version. Right?”

  Mason laughed again. “Yeah, actually there is.”

  Emma’s elfin face relaxed into a happy smile. “Good.”

  “Okay, anal hook. Got it. You are one brave lady,” Mason said.

  “What else?” Griff asked. “Show us another one.”

  In quick succession, she talked them through the remaining videos. By the end, it was all Mason could do to control his rising cock and Griff’s almost-savage desire. He shot him a look full of question, but got nothing in return except a surge in lust.

  Griff looked at Emma with speculation. “Emma.”

  * * * *

  She drew in a shuddering breath. Sharing her deepest fascinations with these two sexy men had her on the verge of an orgasm. Fuck me hovered at the tip of her tongue, but she tamped it away. “Yes?” she murmured instead.

  “What do you want?”

  She considered this for a long moment. She sensed this was her final chance to end this crazy scenario. She should tell them to go. But she wasn’t going to. “Everything,” she finally replied.

  He didn’t look at all put out by her vague answer. Instead, his expression became almost predatory.

  She shivered.

  He rose and stood in front of her. “Stand up.”

  She did, palms suddenly damp.

  “Do you wish to obey? To submit? Be trained to accept any and everything your Masters do to you?”

 
Each question wetted her pussy a little more, and her nipples stiffened into tight, taut peaks that pushed against her T-shirt. “Yes,” she replied with assurance. “Yes, I do.”

  His smile was dark and dangerous. Griffin cupped the back of her neck and exerted pressure, forcing her down. “Kneel.”

  His palm was big, hot and strong, like a manacle clamped on her skin. She blinked up at him as her knees touched the soft carpet. “Just like that?” she murmured.

  “Just like that. We’re here to find your boundaries and limits, Emma. To teach you what you want, be it slave, submissive, or occasional role-player.”

  His hand remained tight at the back of her neck, and he pulled her inexorably close to his crotch. Her lips nestled on his jeans, along the hard ridge of his cock. She whimpered but did not move.

  “I will find out what makes that cunt of yours wet, Emma. And I will use that information to torment you. To push you. To control you. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He jerked her head back, and she winced, one hand flying to cover his. Immediately Mason was behind her, pulling her hands down, cuffing them at her back, and holding her wrists tight.

  “Lesson number one—you will address me as Sir at all times.”

  She clenched her thighs. “Yes, Sir.” Emma wondered only briefly why she wasn’t afraid. Instead a fierce sense of right filled her every pore. This was what she wanted. And these men were going to give it to her.

  Her hand relaxed. “For now, you will also address Mason as Sir. He will have dominion over you until your training has ended.”

  “For now?” She craned her head back to peer at the other man.

  Griff’s grip regained her attention. “Mason is a switch. Know what that is?”

  “Yes, someone who is both Dom and sub.”

  A hard, unexpected slap landed on her ass, and she yelped, feeling the heat. Enjoying the sting. Oh, God. They were for real. But she could still back out.

  Another swat from Mason.

  Emma shivered in delight. “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

  “At least she catches on quick,” Mason commented.

  Griff bent and met her eyes, his regard intense and hard. “Do you like pain, Emma?”

  “Maybe, Sir? I don’t really know.” She tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. The wild pound of her heart coupled with the throb in her pussy. She was on her knees with a man’s strong hand tangled in her hair. At his mercy. What wouldn’t she let them do to her? “That’s why I need your help.”

  Mason squeezed her wrists and pulled upward. She arched, her breasts swaying into Griffin’s legs.

  “We could stand here all night and ask you what you think you might like, but I’m all for diving in and finding out the hard way.”

  Griff nodded. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Uh, I don’t have one.”

  “Pick one. Now.”

  Damn, he sounded irritated and looked it, too. Griff’s face was tight, and his jaw set in a hard line. His fingers were still tangled in her hair, holding her head in their harsh grip. The back of her skull prickled and itched with the discomfort. His palpable tension made her nervous. What if she picked a wrong word?

  As she was thinking of a safe word, Emma wriggled. Neither man relaxed his hold, and the sudden realization that she could not move without their permission or release made her pussy clench hotly.

  Yes! This was what she wanted. To have the decision and control taken from her and in its place, pleasure, pain, and obedience.

  The thoughts rippled one over the other through her mind, and Emma sucked in a harsh breath.

  Griff’s hand twisted even more, and she yelped from the tension tearing at her hair.

  “Journal?” she blurted.

  “You don’t sound sure.”

  “I am, Sir,” she said. “Journal is my safe word.”

  Griff nodded, released her, and stepped back, nodding to Mason at the same time. “Stand up.”

  Emma rose.

  “Hands behind your back, fingers laced.”

  She complied, gaze flicking between the two men. She licked her lips and swayed toward them. Emma knew invitation was in every line of her body. She sincerely hoped they would take her up on it. Her pussy ached deliciously with the anticipation of them. Her body throbbed even more than when she’d played with her new toys.

  “We were not prepared to initiate a play session with you this evening.”

  Emma deflated. “Oh.”

  They were going to leave.

  Mason grinned and chucked her under the chin. “No need to be so glum, cherie. We’re just going to regroup and make some arrangements. Plus, you need to call Joel and make sure he received the email with our info and give him your safety numbers.”

  “You’ve proven to be pretty adventurous already, Emma. How much further are you willing to go?”

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked around. “We could make do with implements here and your bedroom, but our place is infinitely better prepared.”

  Mason stroked up her shoulder and his finger dipped into the V of her button-up shirt. Casually, he flicked the buttons open, exposing her skin to their avid gazes. “We have ropes and hooks that are sure to delight and torment you, Emma. Among many other things.”

  The decision took no contemplation at all. “Your place,” she said.

  Mason’s finger snaked inside the material of her open shirt and delved into her bra, found her nipple and tweaked.

  He squeezed harder, which drew a long rasp of air from her and sent her rising up on tiptoe.

  “Your place, Sir,” she corrected.

  Mason winked and released her. “Very good.”

  “You’ll have the address to give to Joel. He may not come unless he can’t reach you via phone or you give him a code word when you talk to him.”

  She nodded. She’d read about the code-word system for use with a safety. A simple, innocuous sentence that contained a signal for help.

  Griff handed her a business card. “I expect you in one hour. Do not be late. You will bathe and shave your entire body bare. Wear a dress or skirt, no bra. On the drive over, you will sit with your legs spread and the skirt at your hips, baring your pussy.”

  She gasped. “But someone will see.”

  He shrugged. “Perhaps.” He cocked his head and smiled down at her. “But the very idea that some strange man would look down and see you spread out and bare like a slut got you all hot and wet, didn’t it?”

  She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “Good. One hour, don’t be late.” He strode toward the hallway, Mason by his side.

  Emma trailed after them, card clutched to her chest. “Sir?”

  Griffin turned, door open. “Yes?”

  “When you said to shave everything, did you mean, uh, down there, too?”

  “Down where?”

  Her next-door neighbor stepped out of his apartment and stopped. “Hi, Emma.”

  A deep blush burned her cheeks. “Hi, Paul.”

  He gave Griff and Mason a curious look, but she didn’t speak, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

  “Down where?” Griff repeated, voice tight and hard.

  Her gaze flew back to him. Surely he wouldn’t make her say it with Paul standing right there?

  “Uh, well.” She shifted restlessly. Leave, damn it, Paul.

  Griff nodded to the man, and shut the door. “I’m going to give you a break on this one, but it’s the only one you’ll get. Now, ask me properly.”

  She knew exactly what he wanted, and she burned with both want and embarrassment. “Did you mean I should also shave my pussy, Sir?” The words tumbled out in a rush, and she ended on a sucked in breath, but at least she got them out.

  Damned if they didn’t make her all the more wet, too.

  As soon as Griff and Mason left, she was going to head to the bathroom to use the showerhead in ways not intended by the manufacturer. />
  “Yes. You have fifty-five minutes remaining. And Emma, do not play with our pussy. Do not come. Understand?”

  Her eyes widened. “But—”

  His smile was chilled. “I will know if you come, and doing so without permission is very, very bad.”

  With that, he was gone, leaving her excited, frustrated, and not one whit scared.

  Emma collapsed against the door. Her heart raced, and her nipples were still as hard as when Mason tweaked them. She wanted this. She wanted to experience everything she’d read about online, and she suspected Griffin and Mason were just the men to give it to her.

  Halo twined her way between her feet, meowing loudly. Emma scooped her up and sank onto the couch.

  “Am I crazy?” she whispered.

  The cat head-butted her on the chin and purred loudly.

  Emma chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.” She bit her lip and looked at the phone. Joel would be calling soon with the info he’d gleaned on Griff and Mason. She knew he’d find anything they were hiding.

  She really hoped they were clean.

  Checking her watch, she squeaked with alarm. Only forty-five minutes remained. She wanted to be perfect. “Sorry, kitty,” she said and dumped the cat to the floor. She skidded into the bathroom, eyed the shower, then the sink, then the showerhead again. Would he really know?

  Probably. She wanted to experience every step, but starting off with a disappointed—well, pissed—Dom didn’t seem the way to go.

  With a quick twist, she turned the hot-water tap on the sink and shucked her clothes, dropping them to the floor without a second thought. She dug up a pack of fresh razors, a half-full can of shaving cream, and a tube of razor-burn preventer.

  With quick, firm strokes, she began to remove her pubic hair. After the first pass, she spread a warmed washcloth over the skin, waited a few moments, then started shaving again. It took three razors and the rest of the cream before she was totally hairless.

  Emma stood in front of the mirror, staring at her bald pussy in fascination. Her lower lips hung heavy and wet with the seeping moisture of her arousal. Her clit, excited by the constant strokes of the blade, poked tall and eager from its hood.

  She was certain that a few quick brushes along her clit would have her climaxing, and it would be the best she’d ever experienced.