Baby, Come Back [Clandestine Affairs 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  Zeke drew in a sharp breath when he glanced at the picture awaiting him on the rug. The dress rode up, exposing her bare backside, and her clamped nipples dangled invitingly beneath her. But it was the expression on Cantara’s face as she sneaked a sideways glance at him from beneath her cascading hair that got to Zeke the most. Her eyes were smoky with passion, and not because Raoul had just given her a ride, but because she was anticipating what was to come next. The little tease wanted to be spanked, and who was Zeke to deny her?

  He stepped up behind her with a birch in his hands and flexed it against his palm. It made a sharp cracking sound that easily echoed above the soft background music. He moved it gently, lovingly, across her buttocks, and then brought it down over them with moderate force, causing her to gasp, and then flinch. Raoul had abandoned the supper and was watching proceedings.

  “Yeah, baby, you remember now, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Are you sorry?”

  “Hmm…”

  Zeke brought the birch down a little harder. “How about now?”

  “I think I’ve learned my lesson, Sir.”

  “Yeah, I think so, too.”

  Zeke kneeled behind her and lovingly kissed the places he’d just whipped, his tongue whirling, sucking, claiming ownership. He slid a couple of fingers inside her and used the other hand to slide lube down the crack in her butt. He circled her anus with a slick finger, meeting no resistance other than a sharp intake of breath when he slipped it inside.

  “That’s it, darlin’, I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

  She whimpered and pushed back against his finger.

  “But I got something else for you first.”

  He reached to one side and grabbed the studded collar he and Raoul had had made for her—studded with diamonds, that is. He reached beneath her hair and fastened it in place, then attached the chain that dangled from its D ring to the nipple clamp chain.

  “There you go, honey. Just so you know, if you move your head back too fast it’s gonna play havoc with those nipple clamps.” Zeke chuckled. “Gotta keep you in check somehow.”

  Zeke added a blindfold for good measure and shared a look with Raoul, who was busy snapping pictures of Cantara on all fours, clamped up and collared, begging to have her ass fucked.

  “Don’t keep the lady waiting, bud,” Raoul said, grinning as he ran his hand up and down his rejuvenated erection.

  “Perhaps we ought to hold dinner and do this together,” Zeke suggested, taking pity on his buddy.

  “Good plan.”

  Both men stripped bare and set to work. It was Raoul who positioned himself beneath Cantara, grabbed her hips, and eased her down onto his throbbing cock. Zeke was occupied with distending her backside by increasing the number of fingers he slid into her.

  “We’re gonna fuck you together now,” Raoul told her. “Just like you’ve been begging us to do. Then we’re gonna have dinner, and then we’re gonna spend the rest of the night fucking you some more.” He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and made her gasp. “We have a problem, see. We can’t seem to get enough of you, sweetheart, but then we do have three years to make up for. Are you ready for multiple orgasms?”

  Cantara nodded vigorously, sending her hair dancing across his face. “Yes,” she said breathlessly, not seeming to mind that the motion of her head pulled on the nipple clamps. “I want to please you both.”

  “Oh, you will, sugar,” Zeke said from behind her in a rich, earthy voice. “Count on it.”

  Raoul grasped her hips a little tighter and lowered her slowly onto his cock again. Zeke knew he would impale her slowly, taking his time to savour every precious moment.

  “Remember not to move and let us do all the work, darlin’,” Zeke told her.

  “Yes, but hurry, please. I don’t think I can hold out for long.”

  Zeke chuckled as he slid his cock into her tight backside, working his way deeper with slow precision, closing his eyes because the pleasure was too intense to be withstood any other way. He sensed Raoul withdrawing to make room for him. Then they reversed the process like a well-oiled machine, rousing their precious baby’s passions with skill and dedication to the cause. Cantara’s breathing quickly fractured, as did her ability to remain passive. It seemed the orgasm Raoul had given her a few minutes previously wasn’t enough to take the edge off.

  “Help her out here,” Zeke said to Raoul.

  “I’m on it.”

  * * * *

  Cantara was on fire with a combination of need, happiness, and spine-tingling anticipation. She felt gloriously abandoned as she submitted to her guys with joy in her heart. Everything they had suffered over the past three years had been leading up to this moment and she intended to enjoy every second of it. There would be many repeat performances over the coming years, she knew that very well, but this one would always remain in her memory. It was the one that would finally expunge all the horrors they’d lived with for so long.

  She gasped as Raoul’s thumb rubbed across her thrumming clit. Her sheath spasmed around his cock and she felt the familiar tingling sensation of a climax building deep within her core. She threw back her head, agitating her clamped tits in the process, and allowed it to consume her because she didn’t have the strength or the will to fight against it. She came quickly and, for her, quietly, shuddering through the thrill of her desperation.

  “Okay, honey,” Zeke said, chuckling as he slid deeper into her backside. “Now that we have your attention…”

  Raoul’s cock, long and thick, slid into her pussy and then out again, making room for Zeke to pay homage to her backside. It was totally wild and Cantara simply gave herself over to the pleasure as the muscles in her belly clenched and sizzling desire built within her again at an astonishing speed.

  “This what you need, sugar?”

  “I sure as heck do.” Cantara’s limbs quivered but she somehow managed to maintain her position, even though her liquefied limbs had no muscle power left in them to support her. “Yes, you make me feel alive again, guys. Like everything we’ve been though has been for a reason. This reason.”

  “Oh, sweet darlin’,” Zeke muttered.

  “Okay, babe, let’s take this up a notch,” Raoul replied. “I can tell you got needs.”

  Zeke responded by plunging a little harder and deeper into her ass, his body hot and hard over hers as the fresh scent of Raoul’s arousal messed with her senses. Selfish longing gripped her as they poured on the delicious torture. Every pulse point in her body came alive and a low, animalistic sound broke through the otherwise almost silent room. The sound came from her. She was keening, gasping and then begging by turn, the sharp, tangible need that gripped her too intense to be withstood passively.

  “That’s it, darlin’.” Zeke gave her backside a sharp slap as he withdrew and Raoul took his turn to invade her cunt. “We’re really fucking you now. You’re getting all we have to offer you. Take what you need, honey. We’re all gonna come together.”

  His words robbed Cantara of what little self-control she had managed to maintain. The ambience, her sexy outfit, the clamps and collar, but most of all their rock-hard cocks splitting her in two, was simply too much for her to withstand. The sensation of Zeke working her backside burned and intensified as shivers of intense excitement gripped her body and she teetered on the brink of something truly mind-blowing.

  “Guys, I can’t…I need—”

  “Okay, darlin’,” Zeke replied, his voice deep with controlled desire. “Let’s do this.”

  Their work rate increased, Cantara’s heart rate kicked up a notch and all her synapses fired in unison as her world imploded. With an uninhibited cry, she rode their cocks as her entire body went into meltdown and she felt both of them shoot their loads simultaneously, grunting and moaning for what felt like an eternity.

  Spent, the three of them lay together on the floor for several minutes, their bodies bathed in thin films of perspiration as they waited
for their breathing to return to a more normal rate.

  “Wow!” Raoul said weakly.

  “You okay, babe?” Zeke asked, leaning up on one elbow to examine her face and remove the nipple clamps.

  “How can you even ask?” She managed to move just enough to kiss each of them in turn. “Thank you. I guess we needed that to slay the ghost of the past three years.”

  “I’ll say,” Raoul agreed, getting up to fetch yet another wash cloth.

  She sat at the table not long after that, still wearing her tarty dress and collar. The food was delicious, but the company was way better.

  “To you, darlin’,” Raoul said, raising a crystal flute filled with pink vintage champagne. “And to second chances.”

  “To us,” Cantara said, raising her glass to both of theirs. “And definitely to second chances.”

  “We love you, Cantara,” Zeke said softly. “With all our hearts and souls. Don’t ever leave us again.”

  “I love both of you, more than I imagined possible,” she replied, brushing away fresh tears. “And you’re stuck with me. I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

  “Good!” they replied in unison.

  Both men constantly found reasons to touch her throughout the meal, feeding her small bites of food from their own forks, making a fuss of her, not allowing her to do a single thing to help herself. As soon as they had finished eating, they carried her off to bed, warning her not to expect a lot of sleep.

  That was okay, she thought, as she leaned her face against the reassuringly solidity of Raoul’s chest and held Zeke’s hand as he walked along beside them. There would be plenty of time for the three of them to catch up on lost sleep as they grew old together.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping and fraud make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.

  Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of the recession.

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