High-Stakes Loving [King's Bluff, Wyoming 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Fiona Archer

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Reagan.” Mike stretched out beside her on the bed. His hand skimmed over the top of her thigh, then higher up to cup her breast. “You have a woman’s body. Ripe and curved. Built to take a man’s loving.”

  “She is indeed beautiful.” Quinn lay down on her other side, leaning on one elbow. His finger traced the hard nub of one nipple. “And helpless. Aren’t you, sweetness.” He nodded toward her arms. “Tug on those cuffs all you want. You won’t get free. But you don’t want to, do you?”

  God, he’d set off a firecracker in her soul. A thousand sparks of arousal ignited deep inside, lighting up her body and spirit, feeding a craving that had been too hungry for way too long.

  She took one shaky breath. Then another. “No, Quinn.”

  “Good girl.” He rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger, building the pressure. Then those amber eyes of his lit up. A second later he pinched, hard.

  “Ahhh.” She arched her chest and panted through the burn.

  “I warned you he was a breast man.” Mike’s chuckle rumbled like logs tumbling together down a mountainside.

  “That you did.” Quinn eased the soft torture, but only enough to allow her to relax her arms.

  “You like a bite of pain.” Mike pushed two fingers between the lips of her pussy. They slid over her skin with shocking ease. “And here’s the proof.” He raised his fingers and admired their glossy wetness before putting them straight in his mouth.

  He closed his eyes and groaned. “I want more.” Within seconds, he ended up between her thighs.

  Hell, she’d been praying for this moment. She bent her knees and widened her legs for him.

  “Such an eager sub.” His warm breath tickled the sensitive folds of her pussy.

  Reagan lifted her head off the pillow. The thirst to see him there and not just hear his voice was too much.

  Mike’s gaze darkened as he stared back at her. “My pussy, Reagan. Mine and Quinn’s.”

  Her core clenched with need. She dropped her head. Quinn’s wide chest and face filled her vision as the spicy scent of his aftershave, smoky undertones with a musky lift, filled her senses.

  Mike spread apart her pussy lips. The sound of his sharp inhale singed her ears.

  No man had ever made such a fuss down there. In the nearly bare cupboard of her sexual history, only two men had ever gone down on her. Neither of them had brought her to climax.

  Mike ran the tip of his tongue down one side of her labia, then up the other, and finished by circling her entrance. He repeated the pattern, over and again, each time edging in closer to her center and the primed bundle of nerves.

  God, her clit felt huge. She licked her lips but couldn’t stay quiet against the desperate need growing with every second. A low whine rose from her throat.

  “Easy, sweetheart.” Quinn flicked his nail over the top of one nipple, then the other. He leaned over and drew the left bud in his mouth, sucking it until it hardened to a point.

  Just as she opened her mouth, Quinn grazed the top with his teeth.

  Then Mike flicked his tongue over the tip of her clit.

  “Sweet Jesus.” She clenched her hands into fists.

  Mike alternated a flurry of short, rapid licks by plunging his tongue into her vagina. Each sweep of her rim set off a wave of tiny vibrations from her opening, out over her pussy and the curve of her inner thighs. The waves continued to build until a threatening storm drew her body so tight her muscles shook from the strain.

  Quinn intensified his pitiless ravaging of her breasts. Both nipples throbbed from the constant pinching and sharp suckling. He rolled her nipple in his mouth, squeezing it with a precise amount of pressure, enough to make her whimper from the burn only his kind of pain could bring.

  In all her life she’d never allowed herself beyond the barriers of good-girl behavior. Now she was craving pain? Even in a diluted form? In minutes, these men had carried her past decadent and straight into “burn in hell” fervor. God help her, she’d grasped it with greedy hands.

  Mike plunged a finger inside her, swirling it against her vaginal walls. Then he added another, stretching her, rubbing that spot for a treasured second. Four, five times he stroked. His tongue flicked her clit, starting a constant rhythm in time with the stroke of his fingers.

  How much longer? She couldn’t keep going. “Please, Quinn, Mike, I c-can’t. Please.” She sobbed.

  Get closer. She curved her spine. More pressure. Lifting her bottom, she tried to rock her body. Just a couple more seconds…

  Mike’s fingers trailed down an inch inside her thigh.

  What was he—

  Burning pain throbbed from a pinch. “Owww!”

  “No topping from the bottom, sub,” he said.

  She threw her head back against the pillow. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m so sorry. This is the first time I’ve—” She gulped down a sob. “I mean, I’ve never c-come before, not this way.”

  A warm breath fanned the spot on her abused skin. A soft kiss landed right on top. Then a line of kisses started all the way up from the curve of her thigh to the side of her labia, ending up on the hood of her clit. The sheer gentleness of the gesture lay in stark contrast to the power of Mike’s caress on her body.

  “That kind of honesty deserves a reward. Quinn?”

  Her tormentor lifted his mouth, releasing her nipple. His eyes crinkled at the edges. “Agreed. Come for us, sugar.”

  Mike gently drew the tender bundle of nerves between his teeth and sucked hard.

  It was too much.

  A guttural cry filled the air.

  Her climax erupted like a giant fireball of ecstasy, shooting out from her clit in hot pulses that fed into every cell of her body. She tugged on the leather cuffs, straining her arms to a rigid tightness. The muscles of her vagina clenched as Mike stroked her G-spot, dragging out the euphoria like the fizz that continued to bubble long after the champagne had been poured.

  She collapsed against the sheets. Deep breaths provided much-needed air. Tiny tremors lasted in her core long after Mike’s fingers eased out of her warmth.

  The bed dipped on her right as Mike moved up next to her. He kissed the shell of her ear, the side of her face, and finally her lips. “Now you’re warmed up.”

  A chink of chain against brass and then her arms were lifted slowly back down her body. Another snick and her cuffs were separated. A tingling filled her arms. Hands massaged the joints in her shoulders. Not that she had any pain, but their aftercare showed her value. Warmth filled her chest.

  From her left side, a hand, Quinn’s she guessed, pushed back the hair off her face. “You’re gorgeous when you come, little sub.” His lips settled on hers in a gentle kiss, lingering with the fervor of a reunited lover.

  She blinked and gazed on the two faces so close to hers. Mike’s gaze was hot, underlined with a focused energy that reminded her of a jungle cat ready to pounce. Would he play with his prey or take it down in one lethal strike?

  Quinn was the picture of cool authority, strengthened by the way his mouth relaxed, like he debated whether to smile but in the end couldn’t be bothered. Regardless, if convention demanded one action, he’d do another, if that’s what suited him.

  He settled his mighty hand over her lower belly. The warm pressure of his touch both centered her and kept her from moving.

  Mike stroked his knuckles up the outside of her arm. “You thrive under bondage. Your eyes shine and there’s that blush in your cheeks.” His hand moved to her face, stroking a finger over said cheek. “Ready for more?”

  She wanted to duck her head and nod, but they deserved her honesty despite her shyness. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” Mike reclipped her cuffs together, raised her arms to the top of the bed and attached the chain. He ran his hands down her arms to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard.

  She moaned at the sweet firmness of his touch.

  Quinn kneeled between her legs. The sheer width of
his body forced her to spread her legs wider. “I get your pussy first since Mike’s gonna be the one to take your ass.”

  Heavens. “My ass? N–now?”

  “While I love that wide-eyed stare, sweetness, the answer is no. You need to be prepared.” Mike chuckled. “We’ll take it slow.”

  “Eyes up here,” Quinn commanded.

  She focused on his face. A broad fingertip ran up her pussy and then tapped her clit, spreading her wetness around the bundle of sensitive nerves. Her breath hitched. Up, down, and over, his finger traced, sending tiny shocks over her clit with each swipe. She bit down on her lip.

  Quinn stared down at her, his intent gaze watchful. “When you were close to coming, you pulled on your cuffs. Many times. Tells us how that made you feel.”

  Another swipe of his finger.

  Mike massaged her breast, his touch harder than Quinn’s, but just as addictive. Roughened fingers squeezed and pinched her nipples. He leaned close, licking his tongue around her areola, drawing the nub to a tight peak.

  A sharp slap on her labia sent her need higher. Ouch!

  “Answer me.”

  “I felt…alive. When I tugged on the cuffs, it was like you’d lit a fuse inside of me.” She licked her lips. “I’ve dreamed about men taking control.” You and Mike. “Not allowing me to get away.” Forcing me to orgasm. “The cuffs threw everything into Technicolor.”

  Quinn’s thumb and forefinger gripped her clit. And pinched—slowly.

  “Ahhhh.” On reflex, she yanked against the chain. Her core clenched, craving more.

  “And now?”

  She pushed air out of her lungs. “It’s even stronger. I need m-more.”

  “You want dominance as well as bondage. You want a man to force you. Not rape. Seduction.” He rubbed the back of his knuckles up high on the inside of her thigh. “You want forced seduction.”

  Yes!

  “I…” She swallowed. “I do.”

  Mike lifted his head, his gaze narrowed. “That’s not all though, is it, sub?”

  “What do you mean?” The pressure on her clit evaporated.

  Quinn rose from the bed, shucking his jeans and briefs. She had mere seconds to admire the sun-bronzed bulk of his naked form before he once again settled between her legs.

  Mike gripped her chin, ensuring her gaze stayed on him. Quinn ran the back of both sets of knuckles over the tops of her inner thighs, edging ever closer to her labia.

  Her clit throbbed. Each drumming beat a physical plea for attention. Was it too soon to beg?

  “Forced seduction is only one factor of your ultimate fantasy. You want more than simple bondage and being kissed against your will.” He dipped his head and nipped her earlobe.

  The tiny bite melted the stiffness from her shoulder. She sank onto the bedding. The sound of a foil package ripping captured her notice for a second before she concentrated on Mike. “I don’t understand.”

  He tilted his head to the side. Lighter mahogany flecks shone in the dark depths of his gaze. “What is it in those sexy romances you read? What is it they’re doing that you crave so much?”

  Heat rushed to her cheeks. Only Mike’s grip on her chin kept her from turning away into the pillow. She couldn’t.

  “Trust, sub, remember? Without it we have nothing.” Quinn’s deep voice soothed like a cooling balm smoothed on her face.

  He was right. Trust. And bravery. Taking that flying leap required both.

  “The heroes in the books—”

  “Heroes? They’re ménages?” Quinn’s finger rubbed the skin between her vagina and back entrance, drawing her juices around the rosette of her opening.

  She blinked against the flutter in her belly. “Yes. Anyway, they’re alphas, strong guys.” Like you. “The heroine, um, sometimes fights with them or she’s intimidated by them.” Like me.

  “Hmm, so she’s putting on a front?” Mike suggested.

  “Sometimes. Maybe.” Don’t go there.

  Quinn’s finger skimmed the opening of her vagina, slid in, and then curled to rub against her walls.

  The tiny vibrations in her core grew stronger, more urgent.

  Mike released her chin. His hand dropped back to her breast, kneading first one then the other. “Then what?”

  “She’s, ahhh…” Another rub over her sensitive spot. Breathe. “She’s in danger. The heroes call her out.” She licked suddenly dry lips. “On their mutual attraction. Try to reassure her. She panics, argues.”

  Mike kissed a line along her jaw. “They settle for that?”

  “No.” Steely hard stares. Stalking forward. Surrounding her. “They’re men of action.”

  Quinn pushed both her bended knees wide, holding onto them. His cock nudged against her entrance.

  She raised her hips as high as they’d go.

  He pressed into her opening, one inch, then another. “That’s it, sugar. Keep breathing,” Quinn urged. “You’re tight. And so fucking wet.” With careful slowness, he started to move inside her.

  Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, sending a slight burn of protest. Before that fully registered, new warmth took over, tingling deep.

  Those careful breaths turned shorter, louder.

  “What happens next?” Mike flicked the rigid points of her nipples. His fingernails hit with the precision of a lash.

  The fantasy.

  “They take her.” Words were hard. Breathing was easier.

  “By force?”

  “Yes.”

  A fingernail scraped over the tip of one nipple. “Say it. Say exactly what they do.”

  “They kidnap her.” There, she’d said it. And nobody laughed at her.

  “Take her somewhere quiet?”

  Quinn increased his pace, angling his cock to hit the roof of her vagina, each sliding thrust drawing her muscles tighter and shooting a line of sparks racing from her vagina to her clit and up over her chest.

  “An old”—she gulped—“cabin.”

  Mike lowered his hand, sweeping over her mound to rest on her clit. He stroked the hood, drawing it back. Air danced over the pulsing nerve, fanned by Quinn’s hard thrusts. Tiny licks of breeze that served only to torment her.

  Her belly tightened.

  “They keep her tied up?” Mike flicked his gaze to her cuffed wrists.

  “Yes.” Lots of rope. Leather cuffs with locks. The walls of her pussy quaked at the mere thought.

  “Direct hit, buddy.” Quinn’s eyes gleamed but he didn’t slow his rhythm.

  Mike grunted, pinched her nipple. “Gagged?”

  Oh, God. When he talked like that, so matter-of-fact, like he’d gag her without hesitation, it was so fucking erotic.

  “Sometimes.” After talking back or when tied and spread wide, helpless as her captors went down on her.

  The muscles of her vagina clenched around Quinn, grasping him with the same vapor-hot desperation overtaking the rest of her body.

  “Damn, that’s another.” Quinn bit out the words. His bald head shone with a thin sheen of sweat. “Fuck, you react beautifully.” Digging his fingers into her knees, he slowed his thrusting to no more than a soft glide against her slick core.

  Her pussy ached with the sheer need they’d built inside of her. Now they slowed down? “Please, don’t stop. I’m begging you.” She locked her knees, pushed down with her feet on the mattress. Anything to gain some kind of hold.

  Mike’s fingers formed a V around her clit. “Your fantasy is to be dominated, by word, action, and thought. Two men, us, kidnap you.” He squeezed his fingers together, pinching her clit.

  “Holy heck!” She gasped for air. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pressed her lips together against the whimper building up in her throat.

  Mike bent over and licked the top of one nipple. His wet breath fanned her breast. “Tie you good and tight. Gag you so you can’t scream for help, though deep down that’s the last thing you want.”

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  Quinn, his
voice thick, scratchy, continued. “Keep you gagged while we tease you, fuck you.” His pace quickened with hard, shallow strokes. “Spank your ass when you struggle. Once you’re finally subdued, we’d remove the gag, talk to you, comfort you.”

  Mike’s chin rubbed against her breast when he spoke, his stubble leaving a tantalizing graze on her skin. “We wouldn’t stop until you were ours. Body. Mind. Soul.” The pressure of Mike’s finger’s squeezing her clit intensified. Then he slid his fingers open.

  Blood pumped in her clit. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Spots danced behind her closed eyelids as her heart raced, thumping like a double bass on full throttle.

  Quinn pulled all the way out, waiting two, three, Christ, a hundred seconds. He thrust back in, pushing her bottom deeper into the mattress. Over and again. Quick, hard strokes. Building up with frightening speed to…Oh, God.

  It was like someone was pulling on a set of strings attached to her deep inside, drawing her body up so tight she couldn’t breathe.

  “Come for us, little reader.” Mike pushed his thumb down on her clit.

  “OhGodOhGodOhGod.”

  Light exploded behind her eyes. An onslaught of rolling spasms raced along the walls of her core. Her legs shook from the ferocity. She gave herself over to the hard pulsing beat of her orgasm. Her inner warmth gripped Quinn as pleasure flooded over her, easing the earlier tightness, allowing her to breathe.

  Quinn’s own breathing grew louder, coming in harsh bursts.

  She snapped her eyes open, caught the thin line of perspiration running down his neck. Then she saw his face. Even if she had the words, the sheer raw power in his gaze would have kept her silent.

  “No.”

  Thrust.

  “More.”

  Thrust.

  “Running.”

  Thrust.

  “From”.

  Thrust.

  “Us.”

  With each driving plunge he branded her as theirs. And in the moment, as a woman caught and shared between two men, the idea thrilled her.