Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5

by Black, Shayla

  After shucking off his pants, Riley scrambled in front of her. On his knees now, he aligned his cock with her mouth. “You know how to do this, sweetheart. Get me hard enough to fuck you. I want inside your pussy. I want it so fucking bad I can’t stand it.”

  He looked really hard, but Kinley was more than game. She loved the way he’d tasted the night before, how he’d shaken and moaned as she’d sucked him down. Now, she licked at his cock, laving the head with affection, moaning around his flesh.

  Law knelt at her side and she felt his hand slip under her body, finding her clit again. “Be good, baby.”

  She got the idea. As long as she sucked Riley attentively, Law would play with her. And she loved Law’s touch. Despite the fact that she’d just come, her body was already building again.

  She drew the head of Riley’s cock into her mouth, laving her tongue all around. She loved the power she felt when his whole body went still, as though he didn’t want to do anything to take himself out of the moment.

  “Keep sucking, pet. I’m going to play, too.” Dominic laid a hand on the cheek of her ass.

  And then she was moaning again. He spread her cheeks apart, and Kinley felt him press at the plug. Pressure filled her pelvis.

  “Oh, fuck that feels good, Kinley.” Riley’s hands tangled in her hair, drawing her closer. “Whatever you did, Dominic, do it again. It feels so fucking good when she moans around my cock.”

  Dominic tugged and prodded the plug again, and Kinley couldn’t stop the helpless sounds escaping her.

  “She’s taken this plug quite nicely,” Dominic assured the others.

  That plug was threatening her sanity. He moved it in and out of her, starting in small jaunts—a tiny bit out, then back in—before he withdrew it further, only to press in harder. He was penetrating her ass with the plug the same way he would soon take her with his cock. If just the idea and this much sensation was overwhelming her, she could hardly wait for the real thing.

  Kinley tried to concentrate on sucking Riley, but blocking out the pleasure Dominic and Law were giving her proved impossible.

  Law’s hand stilled as he stopped toying with her clit. “Keep sucking, baby.”

  She whimpered but complied. As soon as she did and Riley emitted a long, low groan once more, Law continued swiping that relentless caress over her clit.

  “It’s my turn next,” he murmured low and intimate in her ear. “Do you know how we’re going to work this? How we’re going to take you? Because we are definitely going to take you. Here and now. In the light of day. All together.”

  She listened, Law’s words arousing her as much as their touches.

  “I’m going to shove my cock past those sweet lips of yours,” he swore, his voice husky. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth and make you take me until there’s no place to go except down your throat. I’m going to watch your lips as you devour me. And when I come, I’m going to fill your mouth, then you’re going to suck me down.”

  “And I’m finally going to get inside your pussy,” Riley groaned as he shoved his cock into her mouth another inch. “I know you’re going to be so wet and soft around me. And you’re going to take every inch. I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to make you come.”

  “And I’m going to take your virgin ass,” Dominic said with a tug on her plug.

  He eased it nearly free of her body, the pressure letting up. Kinley held her breath, waiting, suspended, dying. Then Dominic ruthlessly fucked it back into her. She cried out in pleasure.

  “Good, pet. But even though you’ve done well with the plug, I’ll have to fight my way in back here. Carefully, of course. But every inch I take is going to be pure pleasure. You’re going to be so tight around my cock. I intend to teach you to love this, pet. I want you to crave it. By the time we’re done, you won’t feel full and happy unless you have all your men. I promise you.”

  She already felt incomplete when they weren’t all touching her.

  Riley pulled out of her mouth abruptly, his face contorted with effort. “Fuck, I can’t last much longer like that. I don’t want to come until I get inside your pussy, sweetheart.”

  “She’s ready.” Dominic removed the plug.

  Again, Kinley felt empty without the fullness and pressure back there, and she couldn’t wait for Dominic to take his rightful place inside her, filling her up once more.

  The men moved quickly, Law lifting her and carrying her toward the sofa. Riley threw himself down on the cushions first, his cock straining up. He covered it in a condom in record time and reached for her. “Come on, sweetheart. Ride me.”

  Law eased her over Riley’s prone form. He was so beautifully masculine and he was all hers. For now, they all belonged to her.

  She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand to guide him home. She sank onto his waiting inches and threw her head back with a groan. The feel of him inside her was pure pleasure.

  “Don’t forget me, baby.” Law stood in front of her, stroking that massive cock of his with a rough fist. Even the sight of it turned her on.

  All she had to do was lean forward to take him in her mouth, his length filling her as he worked his way in. She ran her tongue across his cock, reveling in the masculine taste even as Riley pumped his way into her pussy without restraint.

  Then Dominic took his place behind her. “Stay still, just for a moment, pet. Tilt your hips back and push down. I’m bigger than the plug, but you can take me.”

  He dribbled more lube on her, then began to probe her ass. She felt her eyes widening because Dominic was right. He was much bigger than the plug. His cock began to breach her hole. She whimpered, the pressure was so great.

  Law stroked her hair. “You can take him. Don’t fight him. Baby, it’s going to feel so good once he gets inside.”

  She concentrated on Law’s cock. She sucked hard, drawing back until he almost popped out of her mouth. She kept him there, whirling her tongue around the head, playing with the little slit there, eliciting a curse and a groan from him.

  Riley ran his hands across her skin, soothing her. “Just relax. I know that’s hard, but it will be worth it. I promise. Do exactly as Dominic said. Let him in.”

  She wanted so much to give back to these men. Kinley tilted back a bit. Dominic sank a little deeper, and she took a long breath. She could handle the pressure. It wasn’t real pain.

  “She’s so tight,” he hissed. “Kinley, pet, you have to tell us now if you want this to stop.” Dominic’s voice shook with desire. His hands tightened around her.

  “I don’t.”

  “Then do as I say. Push down on me.”

  After a few seconds, she drew back and dislodged Riley halfway. Then she managed to tilt higher and pushed down. Dominic tunneled inside her until she felt every inch of him filling her ass. He pressed against her, holding her tight.

  “Oh, fuck me. You feel so good.” Dominic ground against her.

  Heat threatened to overwhelm Kinley. She was packed full of them all, stretched to the limit. But she never wanted to escape.

  Riley shoved his way back in, and Kinley gasped. Pleasure raked across her every nerve, screaming with tingling need. The ecstasy was robbing her breath, her mind. All the pain and heartache it had taken her to reach this place was suddenly worth it because she didn’t just feel amazing bliss with these men. She felt warmed and surrounded and loved.

  “Take me.” Law pulled her close again, his cock against her lips. “None of us is going to last very long. Suck me hard, baby. Take all your men.”

  She did as Law demanded while Riley and Dominic started to move in perfect harmony. Riley filled her pussy as Dominic pulled out of her ass, exciting every cell, every nerve. As they settled into a pounding rhythm, she moved with them, still sucking hard on Law. He swelled against her tongue. His flavor turned salty.

  “Get ready, baby. I’m going to come.” Law’s pace quickened as he dragged in deep, heaving breaths and anchored his hands in her hair. “F
uck! I need you, baby. Take me.”

  As she nodded, his cock pulsed then burst. He covered her tongue with his seed. Kinley drank from him, sucking gently as his essence coated her throat. Then she swallowed.

  Dominic gripped her hips tighter and dragged her back on his cock. “Law, help us out.”

  He did, kneeling beside them and working a hand in between her and Riley. He pressed on her clitoris as Riley thrust up and hit a spot inside her that had her wailing. Orgasm swept her away, engulfing her. She thrashed between Dominic and Riley, mindless in her pleasure, seeking nothing less than everything from her men.

  Riley joined her in ecstasy next, pumping his hips frantically as he called her name, prolonging the stunning pleasure still rolling through her. Kinley thought it couldn’t get better until Dominic ground against her and his cock pulsed deep inside her. He dug his fingers into her hips and howled.

  As their movements slowed, then stilled, she dropped onto Riley’s chest. Dominic carefully balanced himself over her, whispering soothing kisses along her nape.

  Peace. She felt complete blessed peace now, so thick she imagined that absolutely nothing could touch her. Her men surrounded and engulfed her. She hoarded this moment in her memory, just in case the future ripped these three out of her grasp.

  Law kissed her cheek. “Baby, I’m going to start up the hot tub. We can all relax in there while we wait for the feds to call.”

  She felt a little smile cross her face. “Okay.”

  As Law stood, Kinley nuzzled against Riley’s chest once more.

  “Shit. I just figured out what Jansen is moving.” Law’s voice broke through her languor. She looked up to find him staring at the desk in the middle of the office.

  Kinley frowned, panic beginning to penetrate her perfect peace.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Law hated to break up the moment. Three minutes ago, he’d felt like the fucking king of the world. Now he jumped into his sweat pants because they had a job to do.

  And it had just gotten harder.

  Dominic helped Kinley to her feet, pulling her in for a hug as though he needed to protect her from the truths he knew were coming. “This can’t wait until we take care of our sub?”

  Riley was on his feet, getting dressed, and there was no way to mistake just how irritated he was. “I told you there’s no way to know unless I can break whatever code he’s using. It’s all in numbers. I know it sounds simple, but it’s actually quite difficult without some form of reference. Let’s get Kinley settled, and I’ll explain cryptography to you.”

  God, his brother could be a smartass prick at times. “I don’t need cryptography. I have eyes. And we’re not leaving her out of this discussion.”

  Kinley shook her head as she shrugged into Riley’s oversized T-shirt. It practically hung to her knees. “No, we’re not leaving me out. If Law figured out how my ex is using Hope House, then I want to hear it. Could someone pass me my jeans?”

  Those jeans were the problem. Law picked them up, but held the denim in his hand. “How many pairs of these did Jansen give you?”

  She frowned. “At least ten I think, all with slightly different designs.”

  “Why were you taking ten pairs of jeans to a tropical island in the summer?”

  “Greg said he wanted a fashion show… What a load of crap. Greg never gave a crap about seeing me in anything. I should have known. What’s weird about the jeans?” She walked over to him as though to inspect the pants, but her eyes caught on the desk. “Oh, no. Did I do that by sitting on the glass? It wasn’t scratched before.”

  Dominic hustled across the room and stared down at the desk. The massive mahogany desktop was covered in a thick layer of glass, a precaution against damaging the wood. The glass could be replaced. Normally, it would protect against ink stains, heavy machinery, and someone being too rough on the wood.

  This time it had taken the cutting brunt of the stones sewn onto Kinley’s pockets.

  “Holy shit.” Dominic touched the grooves etched into the glass. “The feds suspected Jansen was transporting blood diamonds, but no one could prove it. It looks like he found someone to cut them.”

  “Diamonds?” Kinley asked. “Those are just rhinestones. Most women are wearing a little bling on their pockets these days.”

  Riley held out his hand, and Law passed him the jeans. As Riley held the pockets up to the light, they sparkled, creating a glorious little light show. “A little bling? This must be a hundred thousand dollars right here. He was going to have Kinley walk right out of the country with a million dollars worth of blood diamonds in her suitcase.”

  “How can you be sure?” Kinley asked. “Don’t you have to study them? Have a gemologist—”

  “Baby, rhinestones can’t cut glass. The proof is right there on the desk.” Law pointed to the scratches she’d left when she’d sat on the desk. He’d kissed her while there, then dragged her toward him, leaving the scratches behind.

  “Conflict diamonds come from war-torn countries right?”

  “Yes, usually from rebel-held territories in either Liberia or Cȏte d’Ivoire in West Africa. Reputable buyers won’t touch them because of the brutal methods of their mining. So men like Jansen act as intermediaries. He would have smuggled them out and had them cut somewhere, maybe even in Africa. Somehow, he got them here. I’ll bet every dime I’ve got that Jansen has a buyer he planned to meet in Bermuda on your honeymoon,” Dominic explained.

  “He was going to have you walk them right across the border. No one would question jeans. Airports look for guns and explosives and drugs. They don’t look for diamonds, so they would very likely see what Jansen wanted them to see—a girl who likes bling on her pockets,” Riley said.

  “And if he got caught, he would just say it was all mine.” Kinley sat down. “I was the one with all the cryptic stuff on my tablet. I was the one with conflict diamonds on my ass. Hell, I’m a regular criminal mastermind. I guess he was using shipments of new clothing from Africa, supposedly for Hope House, to smuggle his diamonds in.”

  Law put a hand on her shoulder. “Very likely. That’s why he pushed you to start using Third World manufacturers.”

  “Oh, it wasn’t because I was helping out emerging economies, huh?” Her face had gone a deep pink, and she closed herself off.

  “Baby, you can’t think this is your fault.”

  Her eyes came up, and a hardness lurked there he hadn’t seen before. “Oh, I think I can safely blame myself. I was so naïve. I’m sure he laughed. He probably sat around cackling about what an idiot I was. I really believed him. He said he had contacts with clothing manufacturers who were hiring women at a decent wage, but a decent wage in Africa is different than here. He played me, knowing I wanted to help everyone. I believed every lie he told me because I was too busy getting ready for the wedding to do the research myself. Oh, and worrying about my father, too. Who apparently wasn’t wracked with cancer, just busy at the track. God, you must all think I’m a moron.”

  He tried to reach for her, but she stepped away. “Kinley?”

  She shook her head. “Don’t. Just give me a couple of minutes. I’m going to go take a shower.”

  Dominic got in her way. “Kinley, pet, no one thinks you’re stupid.”

  “I do.” She refused to meet his eyes. “Please, can I just have a minute to myself?”

  Riley frowned her way. “The security system is on and I’ll be monitoring the outside cameras. I’ll know if you try to crawl out the window again.”

  She sighed. “I’m not trying to run, but I can see where you would think that. I obviously make very poor decisions. Now, can I go to my room for a while? And I’m putting the rest of those jeans in the hallway. Please do something with them. I never want to see them again. I’ll keep this pair, but only until I can get a new one.”

  “Yes, we’ll buy you new jeans, pet,” Dominic said. “As soon as we can. Go and take a couple of minutes for yourself, but we’ll have lunch in an
hour, and I expect you to be there.”

  She didn’t say a word, simply walked out without another glance.

  Law started to follow her, but Dominic gripped his arm, staying him. “Give her some time.”

  “She’s crying.” Law couldn’t stand it.

  “Yes, and it kills me, too, but she wants to be alone. Her pride is aching, and you seeing her in tears won’t help that. She was already on emotional overload, and this pushed her farther.”

  “None of us meant to hurt her with the truth,” Riley defended, looking to the door Kinley had just darted through.

  True, but Law wished he’d kept his damn mouth closed. He’d never imagined she would react that way.

  “Of course not, but all we can do now is give her a little time and space, then let her know she’s not allowed to pull away from us now,” Dominic said.

  “I’m not going to let that fucker win.” Law clenched his fists in fury at the thought. “I’m not going to let him take our woman away from us.”

  “Kinley belongs with us, whether she knows it or not,” Dominic said firmly. “And Jansen is an idiot if he actually thought anyone would believe that she was behind this. I think he was counting on not getting caught, then sliding her skinny bitch sister into the role after Kinley’s ‘untimely accident.’”

  “Greg and Becks would have control of Hope House. They would install all their own people and start smuggling anything they wanted. Son of a bitch.”

  “And those island nations are the perfect place to commit a little murder. Jansen probably already had it staged. He’d probably bribed an official to call it an accident. She would have drowned on her honeymoon.” Riley banged his fist on the desk. “We have to kill him.”

  “Absolutely, but I’m a little worried.” Since the moment Law figured Jansen’s scheme out, a thousand scenarios had played through his head, all of them crappy. “He had a buyer for these stones. It wasn’t like he planned to transport them to the islands and set up a storefront.”

  Dominic shook his head. “You’re right. He’s had this planned for a while, which means he probably has a buyer all lined up. He has to get Kinley and the jeans back. He’s probably already taken at least a portion of the money. Now he has to deliver the goods. If he’s laundering money this way, then he’s probably doing it for the mob. They won’t like him missing his appointment.”