Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Don’t they have any suspects?” Paige asked.

  “Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you.”

  “Peter, be serious.”

  “I was.” Her forbidding expression elicited a long exhalation from her guest. “Oh, all right then. Obviously Ellie was killed by someone she knew. She was a dominatrix, so it seems most likely that someone from that life was at odds with her.”

  Isaac and Nick exchanged a glance. “Why?” Isaac asked. “How did he work that one out?”

  “Why?” Paige unconsciously echoed. “And how did they get into the office without being detected?”

  Talbot shrugged. “Anyone can get in there, especially at lunchtime, if they really want to.” His gaze rested on Paige’s profile. “You didn’t seem surprised when I said she was a dominatrix. Did you know?”

  “Say no,” Isaac willed.

  “Yes,” Paige said.

  Isaac and Nick both groaned.

  Talbot twitched a brow. “Through personal experience?”

  “Ellie didn’t make a secret of a personal life.”

  “She didn’t advertise it either.”

  “So how did you know?”

  Talbot wagged a finger beneath Paige’s nose. “I asked first.”

  “She gave me some advice once when she was in London and I was having man trouble.” Paige shrugged. “It sort of came up in conversation.”

  “Drake’s brother?”

  Isaac ground his teeth so hard this time that he thought he might actually crack them.

  “Yes,” Paige said quietly. “Isaac’s brother. He died, you know.”

  “You don’t have much luck, do you, sweetheart.” He reached out a hand and gently stroked the curve of Paige’s face. “I wish you’d let me comfort you.”

  “So, who do you think did it?” Paige asked, phrasing her earlier question a different way and not, Isaac was disgusted to notice, flinching from Talbot’s touch. “Come on, you must have some idea.”

  “I really don’t have a clue. The police have questioned us all, but as far as I know, none of us are suspects.”

  “There was a directors’ meeting that day?”

  “Yes, it broke up right before lunch.”

  “Did you all lunch together?”

  “No, sweetheart, we all got out of there as soon as we could.” He laughed, removing his hand from her face and dropping it onto her thigh. “It was an acrimonious meeting, and we’d all had more than enough of one another’s company.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “Tell his to move his fucking hand,” Isaac muttered, “or I’ll come in there and move it for him.”

  “I had a quick lunch upstairs.”

  “Who with?”

  Talbot grimaced. “No one. I never lunch alone, but that day I did. To tell you the truth, I was hoping to see Sue up there.”

  Paige elevated both brows. “Ellie’s Sue?”

  “Sue was in demand that day,” muttered Nick.

  “Yeah. I’ve been trying to coax her into having a drink with me. I thought I was getting somewhere and wanted to consolidate my progress over lunch. Unfortunately she wasn’t up there that day. Apparently someone from the general office was leaving, and she went to the party.” Talbot shrugged. “Just my luck.”

  Isaac smirked. “She wasn’t at a party, you arrogant prick,” he said aloud. “She was getting herself fucked by another woman.”

  “She’s married, isn’t she?” Paige said.

  Talbot chuckled. “So am I.”

  When Paige got up to refill their glasses, Talbot followed her ass with his gaze, rubbing his erection through his pants. Isaac had had just about enough of him and was ready to commit murder.

  “Calm down,” Nick said, placing a hand on his arm. “She’s doing all right without us.”

  The next moment Talbot sprang up from his seat and wrapped his arms round Paige from behind.

  “That’s it!” Isaac fumed.

  “Let me go, Peter,” Paige said in a firm tone. “I’m not interested.”

  “Sure you are,” he said, nudging her rear with his erection. “You’re uptight and upset, but I can fix both those things.”

  “Let me go,” Nick said, reaching for the door. “It won’t take two of us, and we don’t want you blowing your cover.”

  “Go then!” Isaac gave him a shove.

  Nick sauntered through the back door as though he’d just walked up the dock from the boat.

  “Paige, where are you?”

  “Damn!” Talbot immediately released her.

  “In here, Nick.”

  “Didn’t know he was around.” Talbot said nastily. “Got a little thing going with him, have you?”

  “He lives here. Anyway, there’s nothing little about Nick.” She linked her arm though his as he entered the room, and kissed his lips. “Hey,” she said, “I wondered where you were.”

  “I need to get going,” Talbot said. “Thanks for the drink, Paige.”

  “I think that’s probably a good idea,” Nick said, following him to the door and closing it firmly behind him.

  Isaac appeared as soon as he’d gone.

  “That went well,” he said.

  “I hate to admit it, but I believed him,” Paige said.

  Nick nodded. “I did, too. He wasn’t lying.”

  “Unfortunately I have to agree.” Isaac turned toward Paige, caressing her with his eyes. “You all right?”

  “Yeah, just glad he’s gone.” She sighed. “Okay, two down and one to go.”

  “Can’t we just tell Weir what we know?” Nick asked. “If Melanie and Talbot didn’t do it, it must have been Mike.”

  Isaac shook his head. “Not necessarily. Those were three possible suspects, but it could have been anyone else. Talbot’s right. It’s not that difficult to get onto the floor at lunchtime if you really want to.”

  “So you’ve invited Mike round for tomorrow,” Paige said.

  “Yeah, he’s agreed to come.”

  Nick moved into the kitchen. “I’ll start dinner.”

  “What would you like to do tonight?” Isaac asked Paige.

  “Well,” she said, encompassing both men with her eyes and licking her lips. “That karada. You mentioned something about a rope that goes round the crotch.” The two men exchanged a glance.

  “Go on,” Nick said.

  “I rather wondered how it works.”

  “You cook,” Isaac said to Nick. “I’ll rig her out, and she can sit at the table like she did before, but this time with the rope round her labia. Would you like that, babe?”

  “Why do you think I suggested it?”

  “I’ll get some towels for her chair,” Nick said, grinning. “Something tells me we’re gonna need them.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “What are we waiting for?” Isaac asked.

  Paige slipped her hand into the one he’d extended, and they walked up the stairs together, anticipation causing her legs to feel like jelly. She desperately wanted to play with her two studs for a bit longer but wondered if the situation was slipping beyond her control. Isaac’s arrogant assumption that he could step into his dead brother’s shoes and make her care about him still rankled. She absolutely was not going to allow that to happen. She would stay here until after Ellie’s funeral, play with Isaac and Nick for as long as they wanted to invent new games for her, and then she’d return to her life in England. It really was that simple.

  Paige had learned her lesson. She loved too easily, was too willing to trust, to believe what people said to her. All that happened was that she finished up getting hurt. She squared her shoulders. She’d grown up finally, and it wouldn’t happen again.

  They slipped into Ellie’s room. Isaac kicked the door shut, and his muscled arms closed about her, their bodies colliding with a soft thud as he kissed her like he never wanted to stop. Paige didn’t particularly want him to stop, and so she kissed him back with interest, wondering what this sudden display of tenderness was
all about. A combination of desire and suspicion roiled inside her gut. Tenderness wasn’t part of their bargain. If this was a prelude to making out then Nick ought to be here, too. It wasn’t fair to exclude him.

  “What was that for?” she asked when Isaac finally released her.

  “Does there have to be a reason?”

  “I’m not sure.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re acting very strangely.”

  “I didn’t like seeing Talbot pawing you, so I was reclaiming my rights, making sure you remembered what I can do for you.”

  “You’re jealous.” Paige smiled up at him. “Don’t read something into our relationship that doesn’t exist, Drake.”

  “Wouldn’t think of it.”

  She frowned at him. “What are you up to?”

  “Me?” His innocent expression didn’t fool her for one minute. “Just carrying out your commands. A karada with a crotch rope, if memory serves.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Like you’d forgotten.”

  “Get undressed,” he said, “and I’ll root out the gear.”

  “Don’t you want to do it for me?”

  “No, but now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind watching.” He sat on the edge of the bed, threw off his shirt, crossed his arms over his gorgeous chest, and winked at her. “In your own time, babe.”

  Paige did a slow striptease for him, throwing her top over her head and prancing about the room in her lacy bra and tight-fitting jeans, keeping well out of range of his questing hands. The bulge in his pants grew larger the longer she evaded him. She turned her back to him and wiggled her butt in his face, skipping away when she sensed his hands reaching out to grab her.

  “Quit it, Paige,” he growled.

  “If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen, big boy.”

  He shook his head and either grinned or grimaced—Paige wasn’t quite sure which. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

  “Isn’t that rather the idea?”

  “Are you wet, babe?”

  She offered him an enigmatic smile. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

  He chuckled. “’Course you are. When aren’t you?”

  She reached for the snap on her bra, released it, and threw it to the floor, immediately covering her breasts with her hands.

  “Wanna have a peek?” He stood up and reached for her. “Uh-uh!” She removed one hand and slapped his away. “No touching unless I say.”

  “You’re supposed to be a sub, woman, not a damned dom.”

  “Role reversal. It’s kinda fun.”

  He grunted. “For you maybe.”

  “You get to look at my tits, but you have to give me something in return.”

  “What?”

  “I want that twister thing up my butt as well as the karada thing.

  “Greedy little sub, aren’t you?” he said, chuckling.

  “No, just horny as hell.”

  “No arguments there.”

  She released her breasts and stood directly in front of him, moving from foot to foot so they jiggled beneath his nose.

  “You’re sore,” he said, reaching out a hand and gently tracing one of her nipples.

  “Just a bit. It’s nothing.”

  “No more nipple clamps for you for a while. It wasn’t our intention to hurt you.”

  “Okay, but there’s something else I’d like instead.”

  “Demanding little madam today, aren’t you?” He gently caressed one of her boobs. “What is it?”

  “Well, you and Nick treat me like you think I’m gonna break.”

  He guffawed. “Honey, we tie you up, spank you, fuck you every which way until Christmas, and you say we treat you gently.” He shook his head. “What don’t we do that you’d like?”

  “You don’t spank me hard enough. You only use your hands or a soft paddle. Can’t we try a whip?”

  “You’d liked that?”

  She unsnapped her jeans and pulled them halfway down her hips. “Why do you think I mentioned it?”

  “Okay, that might work. We’ll see what we can do.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  She stepped out of her jeans and stood in front of him in just a thong, reassuming her role as the meek submissive.

  “Take that thing off,” he said. “It’s probably soaking wet and no good to you anyway.”

  Paige stepped out of it, proud of her naked body as his gaze raked it and a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.

  “Here we go,” he said, reaching into Ellie’s toy cupboard and extracting the same karada Paige had worn before. “Fortunately Nick made this one to Ellie’s specification. He’s the one that’s good at knots.”

  “He made all these diamond shapes?”

  “Yep.” Isaac slipped it over her head. “They’re supposed to be made from scratch each time, I think, but Ellie thought this way was better. I just tighten this one knot at the side until it fits you properly.”

  “It feels fine like that.”

  “Not too tight?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Sometimes complete dresses are made of these things, but we don’t want to tie up that tight little fanny of yours, do we now?”

  “No.”

  He slapped her thighs. “Did we forget something?”

  “No, sir,” she said meekly.

  “God, you look hot in that thing!” Isaac stood back to admire his handiwork. “Bend over the bed and we’ll see about your other request.”

  Paige did so, waiting, anticipating. Would he spank her, or would he just insert the plug? Perhaps he’d do both. Trouble was, if he spanked her, she’d want to be fucked immediately, and that wouldn’t be fair to Nick.

  Cool lube trickled onto her buttocks. Isaac’s large hand rubbed it against her anus, one finger slipping inside.

  “Didn’t really need any help, did you, my sexy little sub. Should have guessed you’d be ready for this.”

  She felt the twister pushing at her entrance and instinctively tensed against it.

  “Relax,” Isaac purred, rubbing gentle circles over her butt. “Let me get it in. It’ll be worth it, I promise you. I love your butt. Did I ever tell you that?”

  His soothing voice did the trick. She opened up for him, and he gradually eased the twister into place.

  “Okay?”

  “Hmm, yes. Perfect.”

  “Let’s attach the crotch rope now.”

  Isaac produced a length of robe and attached it to the front of the karada. Paige gasped as he pulled from behind and the rope cut through the folds of her labia. It was the most incredibly sexy feeling she’d ever experienced—almost enough to make her come there and then.

  “Don’t you dare!” Isaac warned from behind, dropping kisses down the back of her neck. She felt him secure the rope in place. “Is that comfortable?”

  “It’s agony but not because it’s too tight.”

  Isaac chuckled. “That’s kind of the idea.” He took her hand. “Come on. Let’s show you to Nick.”

  “Yes, sir.” Paige straightened up and felt the warmth from the plug, the cut of the rope between her legs when she moved. “Sweet,” she said, grinning up at Isaac.

  Nick let out a soft whistle when they entered the kitchen.

  “Christ!” he said, raking a hand through his hair. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better.”

  “You like?” Paige asked.

  Nick twitched one of her nipples. “You’ll find out just how much I like once dinner’s over. Speaking of which, it’s ready.”

  Isaac poured wine for them all whilst Paige sat herself on her towel-enhanced chair.

  “Our little sub’s been making demands,” Isaac told Nick as they started to eat.

  “Really?” Nick blew her a kiss but spoke to Isaac as though she wasn’t in the room. “What does she want that she’s not getting from us already?”

  “She wants to be spanked harder and with something other than our hands or a paddle.
”

  “She asked for a whip?” Nick shrugged. “Doesn’t surprise me. I trust you told her that there’s no such thing as a free lunch and that she’ll have to earn it.”

  “That’s exactly what I told her,” Isaac confirmed, refilling all their glasses.

  “What shall we have her do?”

  Isaac chuckled. “Give us a display, hon,” he said, speaking directly to her for the first time.

  Paige pushed her chair back, spread her legs wide and touched herself. She had their undivided attention.

  “Go on then,” Nick said. “Make yourself come for us, babe.”

  Paige’s fingers struggled to find a way round the rope cutting into her cunt but wasn’t about to be defeated by it. She glanced at her audience. Both of them were gently massaging themselves through their shorts, thoroughly turned-on. Paige’s fingers found their target and delved deep. She started rocking her hips against them, the rope doing the job on her clit whilst the plug in her butt attended to its own agenda.

  “I’m close, boys,” she said, her voice a guttural moan. “So fucking close. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you’re gonna do to me after this.”

  “We’re gonna spank you with a switch,” Nick said. “Real hard.”

  “Good.” Paige was panting now, working her fingers faster whilst doing her best to hold her climax back. “What else?”

  “We’re gonna take you together again,” Isaac said, “and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

  “Isaac’s gonna lay on the couch in there,” Nick said, unzipping his shorts and taking himself in hand. “You’re gonna straddle his massive cock and take it right up your cunt.”

  “Nick’s gonna fuck your ass,” Isaac added, unzipping also. “You like that idea, babe? You want us to do that to you?”

  “Yes, sir.” Perspiration covered her entire body. “My nipples are on fire. Someone needs to suck them.”

  “Uh-uh.” Isaac shook his head. “Bring yourself off first. Make yourself come for us, Paige. We need to watch you do it to yourself.”

  Her chair rocked as she increased the pace, closing her eyes as she teetered on the brink, willing it not to come yet. She adored having them watch her, admire her. She adored the feel of the rope and the twister. She absolutely didn’t want the moment to end. But the situation was so hot, and both her men had massive erections going to waste. She just couldn’t hold it any longer.