Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

by Opal Carew

  Then he jerked her tightly to his body and stared down at her. His midnight gaze—deep and penetrating—locked on hers.

  Then he kissed her. Hard.

  She was sure he could feel her trembling in his arms.

  Then he released her and twirled her around. Suddenly, she was leaning over the back of the couch, her ass in the air. His hand smacked across her denim-clad buttocks and she gasped.

  “That’s just a taste of your punishment, young lady,” Blake said. He coiled his hand in her hair, as Evan liked to do, and pulled her to a standing position. He tugged her head back until it was resting against his shoulder. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, say so now, because I intend to thoroughly discipline you.”

  “I . . . uh . . .” She bit her lip. “I’ll do whatever you say, sir.”

  Evan laughed heartily.

  “Good.” Blake’s eyes gleamed as he turned her to face him and released her hair.

  His gaze dragged over her body, from top to toe, then back again, blazing a trail of heat through her. He tucked his finger under the pearls at her neck. The feel of it against her throat, between her skin and the smooth pearls, made her heart thump.

  “Take off everything,” he commanded, then tugged on the necklace, pulling her face a little closer to him. “Except this.”

  His gaze held her mesmerized, locked in a confusing, sensual web of anxiety and desire. He seemed so aloof and commanding, but at the same time, she could see the gleam of excitement in his dark blue eyes.

  “Do you understand, young lady?”

  Quivers danced through her. “Yes, sir.”

  He released his hold on her necklace and watched her expectantly. She glanced to Evan, who just smiled, his hands pushed into his pockets.

  She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, then dropped it on the back of the couch. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. Her skin pebbled as they watched her, tingles dancing along her arms and legs. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders.

  They’d seen her naked before, but it felt strange just stripping off her clothes while they stood watching her. She drew in a breath and dropped the lacy garment forward, exposing her breasts. Evan’s mouth curled up in a smile as his eyes glowed appreciatively.

  Blake’s expression was unreadable. He had stepped into a role of authority, keeping his expression distant and stern.

  Which was wildly sexy.

  She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down in one swift motion, then kicked them away.

  Now she stood totally naked in front of them. Her skin tingled under their scrutiny.

  “Good girl.” Blake held out his hand and she rested hers on it. He grasped it snugly and led her to the bedroom.

  “Lean over the back of the chair,” he said, indicating the armchair by the fireplace.

  She shivered as she walked to it, then leaned forward, resting her stomach on the plush surface and grasping the armrests for support.

  “Spread your legs,” Blake instructed.

  She moved her feet apart, opening her thighs.

  “More.” His tone was cool and commanding.

  She glanced to Evan, who stood to one side of the chair, and the smile curling his lips reassured her. She spread her legs wider, very conscious of exposing her most intimate parts to Blake.

  “Evan, come here and look at this.”

  Evan walked behind her and she could feel both their gazes burning over her exposed flesh.

  “Goddamn, what a pretty sight. Too bad we have to punish her,” Evan said, “because I would love to fuck that wet pussy right now.”

  “Yes. Unfortunate,” Blake said. “So let’s get on with it.”

  She heard a drawer open, then a moment later, something swished across her skin. Soft strips of suede.

  “I’ve got a flogger here, young lady, and I’m going to use it on you.” Blake continued moving the soft suede strips over her ass in a rippling motion. “If you want this to stop, just tell me. Or use the word ‘tower.’ That’s your safe word. If you do that, then everything stops. Do you understand?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  Suddenly, the fabric flicked against her in a stinging blow.

  “I didn’t hear you. Do you understand?” he asked with a bite in his deep voice.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered quickly.

  The strands of the flogger stroked over her lightly again.

  “Good.”

  Then he flicked it again. Stinging pain flashed across her ass. He stroked gently, then flicked. Her skin burned with the pain.

  Then Evan, who now stood near her hip, glided his hand lightly over her burning cheek.

  “Such a nice rosy color,” he said. “And warm.”

  Blake’s hand cupped her other cheek.

  “Yes.” Blake squeezed lightly.

  Her stinging flesh tingled under his touch and she found herself arching against him. He chuckled, then flicked the flogger against her again, this time in a smarting blow.

  Evan’s hand glided along her spine, soothing her.

  Then the flogger whipped across her ass again, making her cry out.

  Immediately, Blake’s fingers glided lovingly over her heated skin. First across one side of her round ass, then the other. He changed direction and moved back again, then she gasped as his fingertips danced across her intimate petals.

  He glided sideways with the lightest of touches, then over her ass again. But a second later, he found her slick folds again. This time, he stroked the length of her. She could feel the wetness oozing from her, glazing his fingers.

  “Fuck, she’s so wet,” Blake said, the cool authority in his voice eroding.

  “Let me feel.” Evan stroked over her, his fingers pressing a little harder than Blake’s had. Up and down.

  Then his finger slipped inside and she stifled a moan.

  “I’m not sure she’s been punished enough yet,” Evan said.

  “Well, this flogger is useful in many ways.”

  Chapter Nine

  Evan’s hand moved away and Danni felt something hard and smooth press against her slick flesh. It pressed deeper, sliding inside her just a little. He rotated it, sending blinding pleasure through her as the hard, cool surface of the glass flogger handle stimulated her hot, wet opening.

  As he slowly pushed it deeper, she sucked in a breath.

  “Squeeze that pretty pussy around it,” Blake commanded.

  She did as he said and as he drew the hard surface out a little, the unyielding, ridged surface dragging over her sensitive inner flesh, she felt weak in the knees. He pushed it deeper this time and drew it back slowly. She gasped at the intensity of it.

  Then he pulled it all the way out and she groaned at the loss.

  When she felt it nudge against her back opening, she spread her thighs wider, arching her lower back to lift her ass a little higher.

  “You want this in your ass, baby?” Evan asked.

  “Oh, yes. Please,” she begged.

  Evan chuckled and she could see he’d pulled his cock from his pants, his big hand encircling the stiff shaft. He watched as Blake pressed the slick glass handle into her back opening. It parted her slowly, pushing in relentlessly. She sucked in air, squeezing it as it invaded her tight passage.

  “Oh . . . God . . . yes,” she whimpered.

  Evan moved in front of her and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened, taking him inside gladly. She suckled his cockhead, loving the hot, heavy feel of it inside her mouth as the glass wand filled her ass.

  “Are you enjoying your punishment, young lady?” Blake asked.

  She nodded, squeezing Evan tighter in her mouth.

  Then Blake’s hand smacked against her ass. She gasped, then drove down on Evan.

  “Ah, fuck, baby.” Evan curled his hand in her hair and pulled her deeper still.

  She squeezed him in her mouth, to h
is groan.

  Then she felt something hot and hard nudge her hot slit. Blake’s cock was going to push into her and she wanted it . . . needed it so badly . . . inside her. She arched against him and he pushed in a little. She wrapped a hand around Evan’s cock and pulled it from her mouth.

  “Oh, yes, Blake, please. Fill me up.”

  Blake instantly drove deep into her, to her cry of delight.

  She popped Evan’s hard member back into her mouth and sucked hard.

  Blake drew back a little, then glided deep again. He filled her with smooth, slow strokes, driving her pleasure higher and higher with each one.

  She slid her mouth off Evan again, tightening her hand around him and gliding it up and down in quick strokes, matching the beating of her heart.

  “Oh, God, sir. Please.” She squeezed around Blake and the glass handle inside her ass. “I want both you and Evan inside me.”

  “Evan is inside you. He’s filling your sweet little mouth.” Blake’s tone was filled with amusement. “When you’re not talking, that is.”

  Blake glided deep again and she sucked in air.

  “I know but . . .” She gasped at another deep stroke of his cock. “Please, I beg you. I want to be between you. One in front, the other in back.”

  Evan laughed. “I like that idea.”

  The glass wand slid from her ass and suddenly she found herself standing as Evan moved around the chair and leaned against the back of it. Blake’s cock slid away and she moaned at the loss. Then Evan pulled her tightly to him. His lips took hers, his beard raspy against her face as his tongue swept inside her. She felt his cock glide over her wet flesh, then . . .

  “Oh, God, yes,” she cried as he plunged in deep.

  His arm slid around her waist and he held her tightly against him. Then Blake’s cock zeroed in on her anal opening and . . .

  “Yessss . . .” Her voice quivered as his big cock pushed into her. Farther and farther. Until her whole body trembled with need.

  When he was all the way inside, his body pressed tightly to hers, they all stood perfectly still. Time seemed to stop as she quivered between them, totally claimed by them both. Knowing she belonged totally to these men.

  Then she felt strands of hair quiver against her neck as Blake released a soft breath.

  “My God, you’re so perfect,” he said, that low voice of his curling through her like hot silk.

  Her heart swelled. She felt so utterly vulnerable. And so completely protected.

  Blake stroked her hair behind her ear and his lips brushed against her temple, then nuzzled her neck.

  She had to stop herself from uttering words of love. It didn’t make sense. It was far too soon.

  And it was totally crazy to think they could ever feel that way about her.

  But the intense sensations flooding through her . . .

  She trembled as Evan’s hand glided down her arm.

  God, she’d never felt this way before.

  Blake began to move. His cock glided back, dragging along her sensitive, tight passage. Then he pressed deep again. Evan joined him, the two of them filling her with smooth, deep strokes.

  She gasped as she clung to Evan.

  “Oh, God, yes. Fill me.”

  Their strokes sped up, their big shafts driving deeper. She whimpered as her whole body vibrated with need, heat blazing through her.

  They thrusted, their breathing accelerating. Her heart pounding.

  “Oh, yess . . . yesss.” She whimpered as rapture embraced her. “Yessss!” Her soulful moan cascaded to an intense wail as an orgasm blossomed through her.

  “Yes, sweetheart,” Blake rasped against her ear, his breath making the tiny hairs on her neck quiver. “Come for us.”

  His words, like a command she could not ignore, sent her flying even further over the edge. She gasped, then moaned as her insides swirled and exploded into an ecstatic frenzy of bliss.

  Evan groaned and she felt him pulse inside her. Blake drove forward, pinning her to Evan’s body and he, too, erupted inside her. She wailed as their orgasms sent her sailing into another, more intense bout of ecstasy.

  She moaned and moaned as they rocked their hips against her in short, sweet strokes. Her consciousness melted into a golden pool of honeyed delight.

  Then she sighed and collapsed between them. Evan’s hands grasped her hips, keeping her from slithering to the floor as Blake moved back. Evan scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Soon the three of them were stretched out together, her between them. She lay on her back, gazing from Blake’s handsome face to Evan’s.

  She stroked Evan’s short, thick beard and laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile.

  “Not funny,” she said as her other hand found Blake’s clean-shaven cheek and she glided her fingers over it. “Just deliriously happy.”

  Blake laughed. “That’s what I like to hear after I’ve made love to a woman.”

  “I think I helped with that,” Evan pointed out.

  “Oh yes.” She grinned. “You were both very important cogs in the well-oiled machine that led to our spectacular success.”

  Blake’s eyebrows rose. “Did you call us cogs?”

  “No, I believe she said cocks,” Evan said, his lips quirking up.

  She laughed again and grasped their cocks. “Yes, these definitely had a lot to do with it.”

  She gasped in surprise as Blake’s long fingers glided over her still-slick folds, then burrowed inside.

  “And I think I found what she meant by well-oiled.”

  “Yeah,” Evan said as his fingers slipped inside her, too.

  Heat flared through her and she opened her legs.

  “Oh, God, you’d better finish what you started,” she said, arching upward.

  Blake leaned in and kissed her, his fingers stroking inside her sensitized passage.

  “Or what?” His deep voice coiled around her.

  She was sucking in air now as pleasure trilled through her.

  She grasped his shoulder. “You wouldn’t want to leave a lady in need, would you?”

  Blake smiled, but along with the amusement in his eyes, swirling right alongside desire, there was also a deep warmth and tenderness that took her breath away.

  “Of course not,” he said, then rolled over her.

  Evan’s hand slid away as Blake pressed his big cock against her. She moaned as he drove inside her, and after only a few strokes, she gasped and plummeted into another orgasm. Blake rode her until her gasps turned to long, mournful moans as the pleasure rippled through her entire awareness. When the pleasure faded, he kissed her and rolled away, then Evan mounted her. The feel of his thick cock gliding into her thrust her straight over the edge again and he pounded deep and hard as the next orgasm rolled over her in relentless waves, like the pounding of the surf.

  When he finally pulled out, she was breathless and weak.

  “Oh . . . my . . . God . . .” she said in gasps. “You are the most incredible men I’ve ever known.”

  They smiled and settled in close to her.

  Her eyelids fell closed and she wondered how she would ever survive once this delightful interlude with them was over.

  Danni’s eyelids popped open and she realized it was getting light outside. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized it was five forty-five. The alarm on her cell would go off in fifteen minutes.

  Both men were still lying next to her, but no arms or legs were entangled, so she carefully slipped from under the covers and crawled off the end of the bed. She left the master bedroom and went to the en suite in the other bedroom to shower so she wouldn’t wake them. Just because she had to be up early didn’t mean she had to cut their sleep short.

  She towel-dried her hair, then let the thick waves hang loose to dry. Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the living room to retrieve her clothes. She could smell hot coffee brewing in the kitchen. She pulled on her underwear, then her jeans and top, and continued
into the kitchen.

  Blake stood at the stove, cooking eggs. He wore only pajama bottoms, leaving his muscular back bare. She wanted to walk right over and wrap her arms around his waist, then rest her head against his naked skin with a sigh.

  “Pour yourself a coffee,” he said. “Your omelet will be ready in a minute.”

  “You didn’t have to cook for me.”

  “No problem. I don’t want you to go to work without a good breakfast.”

  He folded the omelet into a perfect half-moon. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar. He turned the omelet onto a plate and handed it to her, then followed her to the table and sat down.

  She took a bite. “Mmm. This is really good.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “If you keep treating me this well, you’ll never get rid of me.”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her cheeks blossomed with heat and she gazed at him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Evan walked into the room.

  Evan wore only gray boxers. His broad chest was bare and his close-cropped beard neatly trimmed. Her gaze wandered down his lion tattoo. He was a delightful sight.

  “Have you told her yet?” Evan asked as he poured himself a coffee.

  Chapter Ten

  “Told me what?” Danni asked, turning back to Blake.

  Was this it? They’d gotten her all set up for the party. They’d arranged for Marcus and Rhett to help her out at the event if she needed it.

  And they’d had some great sex last night.

  Had they decided it was time to say good-bye?

  “Evan and I were talking and we decided . . .”

  Her chest clenched and time seemed to stand still as he spoke.

  “ . . . that we’d like to join you at the gala on Friday.”

  “What?” she asked, dumbfounded.

  “We’d like to go to the event with you,” Evan said as he sat down beside her. “That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”

  “But I thought you had another commitment.”

  “We were able to move the board meeting to the following week.”

  She felt the smile quiver across her lips, then stretch her mouth wide. She felt like a bit of an idiot grinning at them like that, but she couldn’t help it.