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

by Jennifer August

  Emma nearly fell out of the chair and straight into his arms. She squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth.

  He chuckled and pulled her fingers away, kissing them lightly. “I know I’ve been a standoffish ass since we got here, but please understand, I love him, too.” His voice broke, and tears welled in his eyes.

  A huge rush of warm love spread through Emma, and this time she struggled out of the chair and knelt in front of Griff. She took him in her arms and held him. “He knows, Griff. He knows.”

  A hard, shaking sob erupted from Griff, and he turned his face into her neck. Warm moisture slid down the side of her throat and pooled in the collar of her sweater. Griff shook and trembled, his arms contracting around her as he let out his grief.

  She combated his unintelligible words with soft whispers of strength and hope. “He’s going to pull through, Griff. He’ll be fine.” She stroked his hair, his back, his butt, any place she could reach to pet him, offer the comfort of her touch.

  Her mind reeled with his confession and the vulnerability he now showed her. Gradually, his sobs lessened and his tears dried, but he didn’t let her go.

  She snuggled into his arms.

  Once more heat zipped over her entire body, and she knew it was the strength of their love pouring through her.

  Their love?

  She looked at the bed and found Mason watching them with tired but happy eyes. “Griff,” she whispered urgently.

  He lifted his head. “Are you okay?”

  She swallowed and nodded to the bed. “Look.”

  Slowly, as if afraid of what he’d find, Griff turned his gaze to the bed. He gave a strangled cry as he leapt to his feet, pulling her up with him. “Mason?” he whispered as he approached the bed, hand outstretched.

  Mason lifted his own hand, tangling their fingers. “Glad you finally see the light.”

  Griff swayed and bowed his head.

  Emma covered their joined hands with her trembling one. An immediate sense of security and home filled her.

  As though a tangible blanket, she felt the emotion wrap all three of them together, hold them tight.

  Griff slid his arm around her and hugged her to his side, as though he’d never let her go.

  Mason shifted on the bed. “There’s still one problem, though.”

  “What’s that?” Griff asked, voice full of worry.

  Mason looked at her, his gaze more direct, more alive. A smile hovered at his mouth. “Emma hasn’t said whether or not she loves us, too.”

  She probably would have fallen if not for Griff’s strong hold. Holding back a sniffle, she squeezed the two male hands encompassed by her smaller one. “I’ve been flogged, plugged, humiliated, and more loved than ever in my life,” she said. “How could I not love you back?” Emma nudged Griff’s still-tense shoulder. “Both of you.”

  He dropped a soft kiss on her head. The embrace was tender and loving.

  “You do realize that you’re getting yourself into some serious trouble, here, right?”

  She blinked up at him.

  “Knock it off, Griff,” Mason said with a laugh, which turned into a rasping cough.

  They waited tensely for him to catch his breath.

  “We should tell the doctors you’re awake,” Emma fretted.

  “Not yet,” Mason said. “I want to hear the words again. From both of you.”

  An odd shyness gripped her but only momentarily. “I love you both,” she said. “I don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

  Griff’s pleasure sluiced through her. “I love you, too, Emma,” he said gruffly. “And Mason, you know I love you, but I never realized until I almost lost you just how much.” He dipped his head. “When I learned that bastard had the two of you, I nearly lost it. I was so damn scared.”

  “We’re here, Griff, and we’re okay.” Mason struggled to sit up, put his arms around them. “I can’t wait to get out of here so we can go home.”

  “Easy there, slugger,” Emma said and pushed him back down. “You have to get well before you start thinking of anything naughty.”

  Mason reluctantly subsided and gave her a wide grin and wink. “Darlin’, I’m always thinking something naughty. Want to hear it?”

  A flush of desire started low in her belly. “Mason,” she said warningly.

  He lifted a brow and tweaked her nipple. “What? You don’t want to hear how we plan to take you home and fuck you silly? At the same time?”

  She inhaled sharply.

  Griff moved behind her, grinding his now-hard cock into her bottom. He nuzzled her neck, nipped sharply. “Mm, yeah, I am looking forward to that. Me fucking your tight ass while Mason slams into your sweet, wet pussy.”

  She gave up and wilted into him. “Oh lord.”

  Both men laughed, and her heart lifted.

  She’d started this journey with wide eyes and an open mind. Now, her heart—and her body—would forever be filled with these two wonderful men.

  “Is everything all right in here?”

  Emma peeked around Griff’s shoulder and found a curious, smiling nurse in the doorway. She wanted to tell the woman that it was more than all right. Things were absolutely perfect.

  Instead, she motioned her forward. “He’s awake.”

  The nurse snapped to efficient caregiver and shooed them out of the way.

  Emma and Griff drifted to the window and watched the proceedings, cocooned in each other’s arms.

  All the while, she felt the love and contentment pouring through both men and into her.

  She tugged him down for a kiss. “I can’t wait to go home.”

  He smiled softly. “I like it when you’re eager. Means you’ll make lots of mistakes. And you know what mistakes mean, don’t you?”

  She giggled. “Spankings?” she asked hopefully.

  Griff pulled her tight. “As many as you want.”

  * * * *

  Mason shouldered his way into the house, so damn glad to be home his entire body vibrated with happiness.

  He held the door open for Emma, admiring her sassy, swaying ass when she walked by. Of course, his elation could also be due to her presence.

  Griff gripped his shoulder and squeezed as he entered.

  His friend’s nearness amped his elation as well.

  Griff’s admission of love had been both startling and heartwarming. The unexpected announcement made Mason determined to get his butt up and out of the hospital and at home with the two people he loved most in the world.

  Mason shut and locked the front door, leaned against the wood, and cocked a brow at them. “So, who’s up for a bit of fun?”

  Emma’s indrawn breath was swift, her expression disapproving. “You need rest,” she said.

  “I need you.” He eyed her up and down, felt her mood shift from concerned to reluctantly excited.

  Griff’s steady gaze was fringed with waves of concern. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”

  Spreading his hands wide, Mason nodded. “I need to feel you against me. To be touching you, kissing you.” He locked eyes with Emma. “Inside of you.”

  Her desire crashed into him, and if not for the door, he was sure he would have staggered.

  Griff’s gaze cut sharply to her. “What the hell was that?”

  Soft pink color brushed her cheeks, and she tangled her fingers together. “Uh, me thinking about him…and you…inside of me.”

  This time Griff’s lust nearly bowled him over. What was going on? It was like his antenna was amped up and on some kind of supersensitive radar. Mason felt every prickle of need coursing through the pair of them, and each pulse made his cock twitch. At this rate, his erection was going to bust out of his pants.

  He snapped the button on his fly and peeled his jeans open. “Darlin’, that’s the best offer I’ve heard in hours.”

  As if the need drove them, they turned at the same time and made for the play room. Mason laughed and dodged Emma’s shirt as she tugged it off her h
ead. Griff’s deep chuckle was muffled by his own sweater for a moment as he joined in the impromptu strip.

  By the time they reached the play room, Emma was clad only in her bra and panties. Neither he nor Griff had a stitch on.

  He looked his partner up and down, mouth watering at the hard, muscled lines of his body. The man was built for strength and domination, both of which Mason sorely needed, especially right now.

  He wanted to nestle securely in Griff’s strong arms and not think about what almost happened. He looked at Emma, mouth going dry and heart kicking up like a racehorse.

  She’d taken off her bra and was peeling the tiny red lace panties she wore down her sleek, supple thighs.

  A swift, unavoidable shudder ripped through him. Thinking about the danger she’d been in still threatened to unman him.

  Griff slapped him on the ass. “She’s fine,” he murmured, though his voice quivered just a notch. “You’re both fine, thank God.”

  “Yeah,” Mason agreed, shaking away the lingering dread. “Yeah, we are.” His cockiness returned, and he surged into the play room. “What do you say we celebrate by fucking ourselves silly?”

  “Oh, I love the sound of that,” Emma said. “In fact, I think this is the perfect time to show you both how much I’ve learned.”

  She sank to the floor in a graceful bow, landing with her knees to the carpet. With slow, elegant movements, she spread her legs and lifted her arms to cup the back of her head. She thrust her tits out and fastened her gaze to the floor, long neck bent in a vulnerable arch.

  The breath whooshed from him.

  “Perfect,” Griff murmured.

  Mason felt her delight at pleasing them.

  He stood in front of her. “Look at me.”

  Her chin lifted. Humor and anticipation gleamed in her green eyes.

  “You’ve been a delight to train and torment, Emma. That is certainly not going to stop now that you are ours forever.”

  “Oh, Sir, I like the sound of forever,” she said.

  Griff joined him and stroked a hand over her hair. “So do we. What do you want to do today, little one?”

  She licked her lips, gaze dropping to their twin bobbing erections. “So many things,” she said and giggled. “Probably too many for your stamina to hold up, though.”

  “Ah, that’s a naughty sass,” Mason murmured. “Looking for punishment already?”

  She started to shake her head, then stilled, one shoulder raised in a halfhearted shrug. “Maybe.” Emma lifted her tits up even more. “I want you to rope my tits, Sir. I love the way it feels when you tie them.”

  A sweet burn spread through his body, and his fingers itched to feel the rope in them, to bind and twine her with it. “All right. Then?”

  Emma looked at Griff. “While I’m tied in the breast bondage, I want you to flog them.”

  Griffin’s excitement spread to Mason, and he gritted his teeth to hold most of it back. She was holding her position so well, it would be a shame to knock her backward with the force of their combined lust.

  But breaking position would ensure a spanking.

  Hmm.

  “I can do that,” Griff said. “If you tell me why.”

  She flushed. “I really enjoy the absolute loss of control. The inability to get away, to turn away from your hand, your whip, your cock. To know you may and will do anything you wish to my body and the only way I can prevent it is to say my safe word.” She drew in a breath. “That gets my pussy very hot and wet, Sirs.”

  “That’s the way we like our slut,” Mason said. “Wet, horny, and spread open.”

  “You have something else in mind, I can tell,” Griff said. “Out with it.”

  She shifted an infinitesimal bit on the carpet. “When my tits are bound and raw from the flogging, I want you both to fuck me. One in my pussy and one in my ass.”

  The room almost exploded with the wave of lust, and Mason let go, unable and unwilling to corral it anymore.

  She gasped and swayed. Griff chuckled darkly as he approached her and hauled her to her feet.

  “I’ve been looking forward to fucking your sweet ass for days, slut. I’m going to ream you mercilessly, until you beg me to stop.”

  “I won’t,” she breathed.

  He laughed again, and his hand came down hard on her ass, the blow a sharp retort in the room. “A challenge? You should know better than that, slut.”

  * * * *

  Griff looked at Mason, tried to gauge his level of physical ability, and was nearly blown out of the water by the raging lust. Yeah, he was back to full strength.

  “What do you say, Mason? Ready to work this slut over, but good?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Mason said then turned smartly on his heel and strode to the sideboard.

  While he rummaged for the ropes, Griff drew in deep, steadying breaths. His fingers closed spasmodically on Emma’s upper arm, and he found himself unable to stop touching her. Hell, if Mason had been within range, he’d have been all over him, too.

  He’d come close come to losing them both to that madman.

  His heart clenched, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Emma’s soft hand smoothed over his chest, circled his heart, and pressed flat.

  “We’re okay,” she murmured. “You rescued us.”

  “Yeah,” he whispered and hugged her tight. “But—”

  “No,” she cut him off. “No buts. We’re here. We’re alive. We’re together. Don’t agonize over what-if’s that didn’t happen, Griff. Embrace the future we’re going to have.”

  A swell of stark, open love filled him. This was what forever and opening your heart meant.

  He squeezed her again and hauled Mason into the circle as he returned. “Yeah, forever.”

  They were quiet for a moment, and then Mason cleared his throat and stepped out of the circle. He handed Griff the horsehair flogger then stared at Emma, eyes flared with deep emotion. “Kneel,” he barked.

  Emma once more sank down on her knees, palms up on her thigh.

  Mason slid behind her and motioned to Griff, who knelt in front.

  He watched quietly as Mason caressed the blue rope as he ran it through his fingers. His face changed to intense concentration and utter sensual delight.

  Mason tugged Emma’s arms up and behind her. “Clasp your elbows.”

  She did.

  He threaded the rope under her arms and across her back then wrapped the double strand around her chest, along the tops of her plump tits. He slid his arm around her throat and cupped her shoulder, pulled her back against him then pushed her forward. The rope once more slid beneath her arms, and when he tugged her back against him again, he wrapped it beneath her tits.

  Around her back and a quick taut pull and she arched into him with a moan, back bowed and fingers tight at her elbows. Mason picked up the pace as he finished binding her breasts.

  He looked as if he were in a sensual, sexual world as he worked her body with the ropes. Griff could not help but feel Mason’s tenderness as he wrapped her up.

  His gaze dropped to Emma’s face. Her eyelids were half closed, mouth dropped open in a sweet moue. She put herself in Mason’s capable hands, trusting him implicitly with each wind of the rope.

  She submitted to him completely.

  God, how fucking sexy.

  Around and over the rope twirled until her tits stood out taut and tight from her chest, bound and immobile by Mason’s bindings. Already her skin tone deepened from her normal pale ivory to a darker, luscious red.

  Finally, his hands stilled, and he held her tight to his chest as he tweaked her already-hard nipples. She moaned and thrust up into him.

  Mason nodded. “She’s ready.”

  Griff rose and motioned them up as well. As Mason helped her stand, Griff flicked the whip around them, catching her on the hip, Mason’s ass, her thigh.

  “Stay behind her,” Griff ordered. “And remain still. Emma, our precious slut, watch me whip you.”

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�Yes, Sir,” she said, eyes firmly on him.

  The air swirled with the sweet aroma of her arousal. Griff grinned. “Gonna come without permission?”

  She chewed her lip as Mason chuckled. “Hell yeah, you know she will.”

  Griff stroked the flogger up her closed legs. “Spread your legs, slut,” he ordered. “Already forgetting the rules?”

  She gasped and shuffled her feet apart. “No Sir,” she snapped out. “This slut is ready and open for her masters. Every hole is yours to use and abuse.”

  Another sweet rush of uncontrollable lust filled the room. Griff was pleased to see he wasn’t the only one reeling from the emotion. Emma and Mason seemed to fall against each other for support.

  “Got that right, little one. Hold her.”

  He pulled back and methodically twirled and swung the flogger, striking the tops of her tits with light, barely touching swipes. She started dancing almost immediately, mouth open in a pant and eyes tearing.

  Long, red stripes appeared on her tits, and he flipped his hand, coming up from the bottom. Each light blow lifted her up as it struck the undersides of her beautiful breasts.

  Griff increased the speed of his strokes but maintained a consistent rhythm. He knew the instant she found it because she relaxed slightly and started to pull and thrust her body into and away from his blows.

  Soon she was panting and murmuring softly.

  He slowed the pace, and she whimpered. “What’s that, slut?” he asked.

  Her sloe-eyed gaze met his. “Harder, Sir. Make this slut come from your flogger. Whip my bound tits and make me come, Sir, please.”

  Griff’s cock surged upward, and he had to dance to make sure he didn’t catch his own backlash. Mason’s amusement was palpable.

  Griff snaked the flogger around Emma and caught Mason full on the ass. He howled and jerked.

  “Smart ass,” Griff said.

  Mason smiled. “Every chance I get.”

  “What do you think? Should we let the slut come?”

  “Well, she did ask so prettily. And look at how much she’s enjoying herself. If her tits get any bigger, she might fall over.”

  Griff nodded. “Agreed. Slut.” He waited until she focused on him. “I am going to whip you four more times. You will come on the fourth blow. Not before. Understand?”