Pleasure in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  His words had her pussy clenching. Jackson leaned back, unbuttoned her jeans, and eased down the zipper. Each click of the teeth made her tense in anticipation. Why couldn’t she have found these men in Pleasure? Instead, they had to live a long drive away.

  “Ignore what’s he’s doing, sugar. I can’t wait any longer.” Tanner drew her lips to his.

  At first the kiss seemed tentative then grew stronger as his fingers laced through her hair and clutched the back of her head. His tongue begged for entrance, and she opened up, needing to taste him.

  The tang of beer and cheese greeted her, and something inside her snapped. Suddenly, she had to have all of him. Had Jackson not been slowly lowering her jeans, she might have covered Tanner’s cock with her palm. Jackson’s words rang in her brain. No touching. Had she agreed to that insanity? She curled her fingers, wanting to feel his warmth under her fingertips.

  His tongue darted in her mouth, exploring every recess, and his gentleness helped calm her. They parried for a moment until they both broke for air.

  Jackson tapped her ankle. “Raise your leg.”

  She lifted her knee, and he slipped the material over her foot. Cool air shimmied up her thigh. When he tapped the other side she understood what she needed to do. Jackson folded her pants neatly and placed them on top of her sweater. When she’d dressed to come here, she’d put on sexy red underwear, not because she anticipated either man seeing her like this, but because she wanted to feel attractive.

  Tanner stepped back. “If your bra is as pretty as your panties, Jack and I might have you prance in front of us.”

  As much as she liked having blonde hair, it also meant she had a tendency to blush easily. At least the lights were low, so maybe the men couldn’t tell how much their words affected her. She clearly was out of her league with them.

  Jackson reached up and ran a thumb under her panties. Her pussy gathered moisture as he stroked his thumb back and forth edging ever so close to her throbbing clit. She lost all focus, causing her breath to come out faster.

  “Keep going, Jack. She likes what you’re doing.”

  I more than like what he’s doing. She was so turned on that her own arousal perfumed the air.

  “Let’s get you out of this top. My mouth is watering just imagining what it would be like to lick your pretty tits.”

  Her legs weakened. She dropped back her head and gulped in the air. It was almost too much stimulation, and to think neither man had touched her intimately yet. Damn them for forbidding her to pleasure them first.

  Tanner reached across her chest and fumbled with the top button. Was he actually nervous? The man was smoother than a newborn’s ass. She lowered her gaze and watched him worry his lip as he eased the button from its confines. For a moment she was tempted to say she’d strip for him, but perhaps the whole point was to mentally urge him to hurry. He moved on to the next button. This time, it slipped through the hole easier. Perhaps the buttons at breast height were the most difficult as her tits strained against the fabric. Next time, she’d wear a pullover.

  One by one, he undid them until the blouse billowed open. All the while, Jackson was getting closer to touching her most intimate part. His thumb finally reached up high enough where he brushed her naked pussy lips.

  He sat back. “Tanner, I think we have the perfect pussy.”

  Tanner dropped to his knees next to his friend. She couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m more comfortable if I’m waxed.”

  Tanner nudged him. “Let me see.”

  Jackson nodded. He grabbed the right side and Tanner the left. Together they lowered her panties. When the material was at thigh level, they both looked up at her.

  Jackson grinned. “Jackpot.” He sat back on his heels. “I think I’ll stay here a few hours.”

  Tanner stood. “I can occupy myself with her tits for that long.”

  “Excuse me, sirs or Masters.” Her mind blanked. “Don’t I get a say?”

  “No,” they said in unison.

  That wasn’t fair. “Are you ever going to have sex with me?”

  Jackson winked. “Later. We want to lick you so much right now that you’ll crave more and have to come back.”

  She groaned at the dear sentiment. No man had ever placed her needs first.

  Jackson lowered her panties and had her step out of them. He widened one leg so that she was totally open with his nose inches from her pussy.

  “Don’t move an inch or you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

  She didn’t believe he’d really do that, but for the moment she’d obey. Was it true what he said? That they wanted to drive her crazy so she could never leave them? She didn’t know anything because right now, she’d never wanted anything more in her life.

  Jackson leaned in close and made small circles with his tongue on her inner thigh while he rubbed the outside of her folds. Tanner stepped behind her and lowered the blouse off her shoulders and let the material float to the ground. The men had much in common but were also different at the same time.

  As if he was playing the piano, Tanner ran his fingers up and down her bare arms. He rested his head on her shoulder, his lips on her neck. He inhaled audibly. “You smell good.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Tanner had earned the name.

  His hands moved to her back. He unhooked her bra, and on the next breath, the underwire popped off her rib cage. Tanner slowly slipped his hands around to her breasts.

  “God, Hailey. You are a dream.”

  She might have said something, but just then Jackson touched her creamy opening. She clamped her thighs tight, but Jackson was quick to stop her.

  “None of that. Remember your punishment for moving.”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” She almost laughed at his seriousness. For the moment she’d swallowed her snarky comment. If either of these men stopped what they were doing, she’d have a total meltdown.

  Jackson kept circling her opening but never quite touched her. She bent her legs ever so slightly with the hopes his finger would slip in just a little. Tanner must have sensed her body swaying and rubbed her nipples taut. She groaned. Pain, while often bad, felt oh so good when Tanner pinched the tips.

  “I like that.” She dropped back her head.

  Tanner guided the bra straps over her shoulders, and she shimmied it off. The bra found a home on the floor.

  “Jackson, we gotta put her on the bed so I can have more access to her.”

  He looked up. “I agree.” He stood. “How about you get her ready while I find the rope? We’ll tie down this filly and have our way with her.”

  Oh, my God.

  Chapter Eight

  This was her dream come true, but if Hailey didn’t get a cock pretty soon, she might not survive.

  Tanner wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You don’t have to let Jackson tie you up if you don’t want.”

  What? Is this a test? She loved the idea of being restrained. If they couldn’t accept her for who she was then they weren’t the right men for her. “I want to be tied up and ravished.”

  Tanner’s eyes shone, and his fingers tightened on her shoulder. “Then come this way, sugar, for a trip of a lifetime.”

  She couldn’t wait. Instead of having her walk the six feet to the bed, Tanner scooped her up. Being carried was the ultimate in decadence. Okay, maybe smearing chocolate on their cocks and licking off the delicious goo might top that. For now, she’d be content to experience more than she had in her whole life.

  Tanner placed her on the bed as if she was a fragile flower. Women her size never felt delicate, but Tanner made her feel small and special. He knelt beside her and propped her head on a pillow. Only now did she look at his room. There were two padded chairs in the corner with a small table in between along with two dressers against the wall. Clothes were tossed on the chairs, and the top of his dresser appeared cluttered with a cowboy hat, more clothes, and some books. She didn’t care. Right now her room was worse. His b
ed was a simple wood frame design with a beam across the foot and head of the bed—perfect for bondage.

  Jackson waltzed in waving three rather rough-looking ropes, none of which appeared longer than four feet. The cleanly cut edges implied Jackson had butchered one long rope just for the occasion. How sweet.

  “Sorry, Pleasure. We don’t keep velvet-covered ropes handy, but we’ll wrap your ankles so the rope doesn’t chafe.” He opened a dresser drawer, pulled out three of Tanner’s T-shirts, and held them up. “These’ll do.”

  Didn’t Tanner care? She glanced up at him. Instead of a scowl, he just shook his head and glanced to the ceiling. Jackson probably pulled stuff like this all the time. In a way it was nice to see how much they liked to share.

  Jackson seemed to be aware of what every material would do to her body, and his experience only heightened her desires. He moved to the side of the bed and gazed at her pussy. After what seemed a long time, he licked his lips then widened one leg.

  “You are so gorgeous.”

  More heat filled her face. She had to stop reacting, but hell, she was naked on the bed with two fully dressed men looming over her who she’d known less than twenty-four hours. Was she crazy? She couldn’t be. It felt too good.

  Out of instinct, she splayed her hands over her protruding belly. She was fat and she knew it.

  Tanner picked up one hand. “None of that, sugar. You are perfection. We love your curves and womanly figure. Little girls don’t appeal to us.”

  He leaned over and lifted her other hand over her head. Her breasts pulled taut and her nipples hardened. Their enticing scent was messing with her mind. It was a combination of sandalwood and vanilla, though the hint of sisal from the rope blended in and made a heady mixture. Maybe if they were naked, her senses wouldn’t be going wild. Ha. She bet their skin was more provocative. If not their scent, then the texture of their bodies would send her over the edge.

  “That too tight, sugar?”

  Oh, my. She looked up. Instead of having wrapped a shirt around her wrists, he must have just decided to use a tie. At first it surprised her a little that he’d own one until she remembered he was a banker. She tugged and the silky fabric caressed rather than rubbed. “It’s good.”

  Jackson wrapped a shirt around each ankle before tying the rope with a quick knot. He then attached the end to the bed. She’d had a million dreams about being tied up, but she’d missed the mark by a long shot. She’d totally forgotten to add in what having these hunky men did to her senses.

  With her legs wide, her pussy went wild. All she could picture was a large cock driving into her with the man of her dreams on top. Now she’d have to amend that fantasy to include these two, but she wasn’t sure she could handle the intensity.

  Jackson shucked off his boots, and her blood pressure rose. “Are you going to get naked, Master?”

  “Not today, Pleasure. Tonight is all about you.”

  How cool is that? Even before they started, she was flying high. She closed her eyes, wanting to get lost in the carnal desires. The bed dipped between her thighs, and her pussy gushed from anticipation.

  Jackson sniffed with great exaggeration. “We’ll be done in about thirty seconds at your rate. Open your eyes, Pleasure.”

  She hadn’t expected the sudden sternness of his command. She looked down at him. “Yes, Master?”

  “Perhaps we failed to mention one more rule.”

  Other than her not talking, the rules had appeared reasonable. “What would that be?”

  “You are not to climax until we give you permission.”

  Her mouth gaped open. “That’s impossible.”

  His brows rose. “If this wasn’t your first time, I’d either spank your fanny for speaking out of turn or put a ball gag in your mouth.”

  “Hmmph.”

  “Do you trust me?” He cocked his head as if he was trying to look less threatening. He failed.

  She must, or she wouldn’t have allowed these men to tie her to the bed. In fact, her trust level was higher than it ever had been with any of her former boyfriends. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  While he didn’t exactly smile, she caught the slight twitch on one corner. No man deserved to be that sexy.

  “Then just relax. I want you to enter a zone that will blow your mind.”

  She didn’t know anything about this zone, but from the way his eyes had gone slightly dreamy, it was something she’d like. Instead of answering, she merely nodded.

  “You are a good girl. Don’t worry, I will reward you.”

  She smiled. Tanner knelt next to her on the bed, his boots already removed. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts, causing them to pucker under his perusal.

  He pressed the tip and smiled when it bounced back. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”

  Men did look at her when she passed but only if she’d fixed her hair and had on a lot of makeup. Since it was so cold in Montana, she layered her clothes, which tended to hide some of her flaws.

  Tanner leaned over and circled one nipple with his tongue, and goose bumps flared across her chest. His mere touch sent her soaring. This was not good. To make her lose even more control, Jackson licked her inner thigh only a half-inch from her pussy. She squeezed her ass cheeks in order to lift her butt. Instantly, Jackson’s palm pressed on her hip. He growled, prodding her to relax.

  Remaining still would be so hard, but not climaxing would be next to impossible. Jackson’s thumbs pressed into her weak flesh, and her breath caught.

  She lifted her head.

  “You want to say something, Pleasure?”

  She shook her head at his pointed gaze.

  Jackson looked up at his friend. “I think she just may be what we’re looking for.”

  Even though his comment was probably said for her benefit, shimmers of delight spread all over her body, and she prayed she didn’t disappoint them.

  Both went back to their torturing ways. Jackson was pure devil. He’d move close to her pussy and then drift away. His one hand edged near as if he, too, wanted to plunge a finger into her, but then only his forefinger would go around in circles never quite reaching her throbbing clit.

  Touch me. Please.

  If he hadn’t forbidden it, she would have begged. Now she understood that by not being able to move, her thrill level had heightened.

  Tanner must have wanted her attention because he pinched one nipple while he sucked on the other. His throaty growl seemed to come from deep within him. Curiosity had her glancing at his crotch. Holy shit. Not only had he taken off his shirt at some point, now the top of his cock was peeking above his low waistband. She sucked in a breath at the sight.

  He lifted his mouth off her breast and smiled. “You like?”

  She swallowed in order to wet her mouth. “More than like. You’re amazing.”

  Words were too limiting to describe how his broad chest made him look like a Greek god, and his rippled abs were made for licking. She tugged on her hand restraints, wanting to run her fingers over the peaks and valleys of his chest only to remember she’d been restrained.

  “Grr.”

  “Easy, sugar. Some other day we might let you have your fill. Right now, we want you to see what it’s like to experience complete bliss.”

  Complete bliss meant she could touch them whenever, wherever. But that probably wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight.

  Jackson slid a finger in her wet pussy, and she jerked. The hand on his hip pressed harder. When he swiped his finger in and out, her mind blanked. Once more she closed her eyes, reveling in the wild chaos rippling through her. Jackson curled his finger and hit her sweet spot.

  “Ahh.” She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming.

  “I hope you’re ready for me to drink you dry.”

  She heard the desperation in his voice. Keeping her eyes shut, she nodded. The men must have signaled to each other because as soon as Jackso
n’s tongue swiped across her opening, Tanner sucked hard on her nipple.

  Stars burst behind her eyes. Heat pooled in her belly, and the tight coil of tension in her stomach nearly sprang open.

  As if she wasn’t already working hard to keep control, Jackson added another finger to the mix. The two filled her up but not as much as a real cock would. This was just not fair. Tanner switched his attention to the other breast. He sucked on the new nipple while he plucked and teased the wet one. Her swollen tips were sensitive. The brief shot of pain from him pressing on the tip morphed into total pleasure in a flash.

  She wanted more—a lot more. Ever so slightly, she wiggled her hips. Instead of Jackson getting upset, he moved his mouth upward and nibbled on her clit. Electric shards blasted her body, sending streaks up to her breasts and down to her toes. As Tanner’s mouth and fingers picked up speed, the pain, the glory, and the joy slammed into her hard.

  When Jackson sucked on her tiny bundle of nerves, she lost it. Nothing could stop this climactic train from staying on course.

  “I can’t. Any longer.”

  “Come for me, Pleasure.”

  Thank God.

  The men flicked harder, sucking with more intensity, and wiggling their fingers faster. Her body exploded with a climax that threatened to empty her mind of all knowledge. Her heart sped and body thrummed.

  The pulses of heat washed over her.

  When a wet cloth swiped between her legs, she hadn’t even realized that Jackson had left the bed or that Tanner wasn’t sucking on her tits her anymore. She opened her eyes.

  Both men stood over her, grinning.

  “You like that, sugar?”

  Words failed to form. Her heated flesh had cooled, her wrists had been untied and her feet unbound. She shot her gaze from her feet to her wrists and then back to their beaming faces. “How?”

  “You didn’t remember us untying you or stopping?”

  “No.”

  Jackson sat on the bed and gathered her in his arms. “That’s called subspace. It means we did a good job.”

  That was an understatement. The closest thing she could compare it to was when she used to jog and get a runner’s high from the endorphins. But this was so much more. It was as if she’d been hypnotized. She knew what was happening, but time had stood still. “Wow.”