Dark Desire in Elk's Crossing [Sequel to Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Robin Gideon

  “Do you mind if I try to change your mind?”

  “Yes, I mind very much,” Annika said, but the tone of her denial held more than just a smattering of doubt. “You two won’t want to stay with me permanently, and I won’t sleep with a man who cheats on me. I can’t be in two places at once, and it’s damned unlikely that Sven will move to Elk’s Crossing, or that you’ll move to Oslo.”

  Joshua leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Annika’s mouth. She clamped her lips tightly together. He released her chin, and she turned her face away, but now Sven was on one knee, so her escape was brief. Joshua watched as Sven took her head in both hands and kissed her fiercely, his head moving slowly as the kiss went on and on. Joshua felt his cock begin growing with startling swiftness.

  “She’s so damned sexy,” Joshua said softly as he placed his hand over Annika’s breast and squeezed. Even through her bra and blouse, the eroticism of squeezing Annika’s breast shocked Joshua. He wasn’t a kid copping his first feel, but even through clothing, touching her breast made his cock fiercely rigid. “I can never get enough of her.”

  Sven ended the kiss and said, “That’s why we have to convince her that the three of us staying together is the natural thing to do. It’s splitting up, it’s ignoring the beautiful thing that we have, that would be unnatural.”

  “Are you going to untie me?”

  Joshua shook his head. “Not until you promise to stay with us.”

  “That’s insane,” Annika replied. “This is all insane.”

  She might have said “insane,” but when Joshua kissed her again, the tip of his tongue eased between her lips briefly before she turned her face aside. He turned her toward him again and let the hunger in his soul speak in his kiss. Soon his tongue was seeking all the most sensitive places in her mouth, dancing erotically with her tongue.

  * * * *

  They’re only going to break your heart. Give them your body if you need to, but don’t give them your heart.

  Annika sucked Joshua’s tongue deeper into her mouth, shivering as she felt her arousal heighten. She knew it was wrong to take so much pleasure in being tied up, but what her rational mind wanted and what her lusty body desired were not necessarily the same things. In fact, sometimes it was quite the opposite.

  Needing to breathe, desperately needing to clear her wildly confused thoughts, she turned her face away from Joshua. But there was no chance of escape. Sven pushed his fingers into her hair to hold her securely then gave her one of his demanding, Viking kisses that always melted her bones. She eased her tongue between his lips then reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to be a willing participant in this erotic effort to change her mind about continuing the ménage à trois. Clamping her lips tightly shut did not deter Sven as he turned her face aside then kissed her neck just beneath the jaw, where Annika had already told him she was particularly sensitive.

  They know me too well. Oh, damn, how did I ever let them know so much about me? How did this ever go so far?

  Her eyes were closed, and she was trying to ignore the warm, moist lips at her neck when she felt the buttons of her blouse coming unfastened. A moment later, the tails of her blouse were pulled out from her skirt, and her blouse was opened wide to reveal her breasts held in a pink Victoria’s Secret bra.

  “Sooner or later, you two will tire of me,” she said with as much conviction as she could manage. “You won’t want to share me.”

  She was grateful that the closure to her bra was between her shoulder blades, inaccessible as long as she sat in the chair.

  Sven’s lips burned a sultry path from her neck to her ear. When his tongue played along the circumference of her ear, then delved inside, Annika flinched as though she’d been jolted by electricity. Whenever Sven kissed her ears, it always made the lips of her pussy creamy, and if she was already wet, after those ear kisses she practically dripped. She was still trying to deny she wanted the sensations Sven’s lips were evoking when she felt the cups of her bra being eased beneath the mounds of her breasts.

  Joshua said in a tone made hoarse by lust, “Magnificent!”

  Annika couldn’t block out all the feelings bombarding her senses. Her nipples felt so hard and erect it was almost painful. When Joshua sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and Sven did the same to the other, a soft, warbling moan came from deep within her soul. She couldn’t stop herself from opening her eyes and looking down. To see and feel two handsome men, their eyes closed and their mouths open, cheeks hollowed with suction on her breasts, was nearly enough to make her climax then and there.

  Annika tested once more the necktie surrounding her wrists. There was no yielding. She was bound securely and would remain that way until the men decided to release her.

  I loved it when Sven held me face down on the floor and tied my wrists. My clit feels like it’s on fire.

  It was not a comforting thought for a woman convinced that it was wicked to find being dominated, tied up, then partially undressed, all sexy as hell.

  She felt two hands on her knees. When she tried to close her legs, she couldn’t. Sven had done too well of a job securing her ankles to the legs of the chair for her to defend herself in that manner. Because Joshua and Sven were continuing to suck and lick her nipples, she couldn’t see the hands that slid up the insides of her thighs, caressing her lightly through her thigh-highs.

  They’re almost to my pussy. Damn. They’re going to find out how wet I am.

  “Hey, guys, this isn’t going to work,” Annika said in as calm and dismissive a tone as possible. “You’re not going to change my—”

  Strong fingers—she thought they were Sven’s, but she couldn’t be sure, and not knowing was what made it especially exciting—pressed against the lips of her pussy, touching her through her thong panties. Just the sensation of the thin cloth being forced more tightly against her clit made a fresh burst of honey come forth.

  My panties are going to be sopping wet. Stop responding, goddamn it!

  “You’ll never get my panties off without untying my ankles.” She tried to laugh derisively and managed only partially. Rapidly escalating lust, and the panic that went along with it, led to poor theatrics. “I guess you sort of outsmarted yourself, didn’t you, Sven?”

  She watched as Sven looked at Joshua, smiling triumphantly. “She’s as wet as I’ve ever felt her.” Then he looked Annika in the eyes as he curled his fingers inside the waistband of her panties. “If you think this little thong is going to protect you, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  Annika felt the fabric bite into the flesh of her hips, and heard the sound of the panty being ripped from her. The combined stimulus was nearly enough to make her come instantly. She watched as Sven’s eyes widened while he stared like a hungry wolf at her pussy. He slid his hands over her stockings then pushed the middle finger of his right hand between her folds. The lips of Annika’s cunt separated easily, and feeling her feminine temple being penetrated by a finger sent a fresh wave of cream to her cunt.

  “Oh, God,” Annika whispered then bit her lip to silence herself.

  “There’s something I’ve wanted to do to her, and this seems like the perfect time for it,” Sven said. “Keep her amused, would you, my friend, and I’ll be back in just a minute.”

  “My pleasure,” Joshua said, moving so that he was now kneeling between Annika’s legs as Sven got to his feet and walked away. He touched Annika’s pussy and smiled. “Damn, you are about as ready to get fucked as I’ve ever felt.”

  “You’re mistaken. You’re completely wrong.” It was a lie of cosmic proportions, but Annika couldn’t remain silent, so denying the truth seemed the only option. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  That’s the dumbest lie in the world. If there’s anything Joshua knows about, it’s getting a woman all hot and bothered then satisfying her until she comes about a million times. You stupid fool, how many times has he made you come? You have no idea, and that’s all the answer you real
ly need.

  She watched, simultaneously horrified and utterly fascinated, as Joshua kissed the inside of her thigh. The warmth of his lips through her stocking sent tingles shooting straight into her clit. When he looped his arms around her, then pulled her hips forward so that her bottom was just barely on the chair, Annika couldn’t keep a soft sigh of anticipation to herself. Then, slowly, looking straight into her eyes, Joshua brought his mouth to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips.

  Having lightning going through her veins would have caused less of a reaction from Annika than watching and feeling Joshua suck on her clit. She tried to close her eyes, but it was too erotic watching Joshua giving her such lewd pleasure.

  Sven returned and said, “She’ll be more sensitive after I’m finished with her.”

  Half in a sexual trance by the bondage, the sense of their complete domination and her own total submission, and expertly delivered cunnilingus, Annika looked up and saw that Sven was holding a can of shaving cream and a multibladed razor.

  Joshua took his mouth away from Annika’s pussy and said, “I like the way you think, but before we do that, let’s get comfortable. I haven’t even taken off my boots. By the way, have you noticed that I’m the only man in all of Norway wearing cowboy boots?”

  “Actually, yes I have noticed. The ladies seemed to like it though. I caught several of them giving you the once-over.”

  “Is this really the time for small talk?” Annika asked sarcastically. “I tell you what, let’s all talk about how we’re going to untie me now so that I can put my clothes back on so we can all go our own separate ways.”

  The men moved so that they were standing in front of Annika, and she could see each and every movement as they removed their clothes slowly, deliberately, with what she suspected was a conscious awareness of just how arousing they were to look at.

  They know they’re gorgeous. They know what happens to me when I look at their naked bodies. Damn them for being so fucking good at fucking. Don’t look. Close your eyes. That’ll teach the arrogant bastards.

  But she couldn’t close her eyes. In fact, she could hardly blink as she watched masculine perfection being revealed to her. By the time Joshua stepped out of his cotton boxer-briefs, and Sven out of his silk boxers, each man sported an exquisitely formed erection. Annika’s mouth watered in anticipation of taking those towering cocks into her body. She didn’t care where they fucked her, or how they fucked her, so long as not too much more time passed before she felt those lovely cocks plunging deeply into her. She was desperate to get fucked, but not just by anybody, by the two men in front of her. This wasn’t random lust. It was focused like a laser.

  “I forgot to bring towels,” Sven said to Joshua as he got down on his knees. “Would you mind getting a couple towels? I’ll need a damp one and a dry one.”

  While Joshua walked to the private bathroom off Sven’s executive office, the big Norwegian grinned at Annika, let his gaze slither slowly downward toward her pussy, then bent low and began easing his tongue in and out of her slit, lapping at her cream.

  A second ago I had a different handsome man licking my cunt. What kind of slut gets a wet pussy from getting tied up? They’ve turned me into a tramp. But it was a lie that she could not even pretend to believe. Her pussy was seething, and she didn’t feel the least bit guilty for it. No they haven’t. They’ve taught me how good sex can be, and that’s just one of the many reasons you love them. She closed her eyes and issued a slow, tremulous sigh of resignation. Fuck! I am in love. That’s the one four-letter word I most wanted to avoid with these two.

  Joshua returned with a damp towel that had steam rising from it, and two thick, dry, terry towels.

  “This should do the trick,” he said, handing Sven the moist towel. “Let it soften the hairs for a little bit before you start shaving.”

  “Of course.” Sven folded the warm towel into a square and placed it over Annika’s pussy. “We’re in no hurry, after all, and she’s not going anywhere until she admits that she needs us as much as we need her.”

  In a quiet voice, Annika said, “You two are completely insane. You’ve lost your minds. This is so completely not going to work.”

  The heat of the towel, placed directly over her pussy, was nearly as sensual to Annika as it was having her lovers licking and sucking on her clit. In the back of her mind, she wondered whether Sven had ever shaved off a woman’s pubic hair before, then she forced the thought away. Even the most fleeting thought of either Sven or Joshua being with another woman caused nasty, jagged-edged jealousy to grip her insides.

  She watched as Sven carefully smoothed shaving cream over her pubic hair then methodically put the razor to her, not stopping until she was perfectly smooth and completely hairless.

  “There,” Sven said as he dried her skin with a terry towel. “Now we’re ready for phase two.”

  Annika closed her eyes and whispered, “Oh, fuck.”

  The men chuckled and replied in unison, “That’s right.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  They can’t really mean to go through with this.

  Even Annika realized it was a foolish notion to think that men like Sven and Joshua—and there weren’t really a lot of them in the world, after all—wouldn’t follow through with what they intended to do to her. These weren’t the type of men to make idle threats, to have dreams they did not intend to fulfill, to have desires they did not sate.

  She watched as Sven bent low and once more brought his mouth to her slit. Just as promised, she discovered firsthand that, when freshly shaven, her body was even more capable of feeling the most minute sensations. When Sven dragged his tongue through the cleavage of her pussy lips, she began to shiver. When he reached her clit, captured it between his lips, then sucked on it, she felt an orgasm of epic dimensions begin rushing at a breakneck pace toward the forefront of her consciousness.

  Something spongy touched her cheek. When she turned her face in that direction, Joshua tapped the head of his erection against her lips. Annika turned her face away, refusing to give in to the temptation his cock always represented, though the thought of taking his delicious flesh between her lips and deep into her mouth made a fresh burst of honey ooze from her pussy and onto Sven’s frisking, ever-active tongue.

  “Don’t be petulant,” Joshua said. “Give me a little attention. You know how I love it when you suck my cock.”

  “No.” Annika was quite pleased with her tone of voice. She sounded quite put upon and rather highbrow. “And what you love or do not love being done to your cock is no longer any of my business.” She huffed indignantly. “Or interest.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Joshua replied.

  Sven added, “The night is young. Before it’s through, you’ll see things the way Joshua and I do.”

  “You’re only going to break my—”

  The word “heart” was on the tip of her tongue, but when Sven brought his mouth to her clit and sucked it between his lips, and Joshua captured the crest of her breast and put a firm suction on her nerve-laden nipple, speaking coherent words was impossible for several seconds. When she finally could speak, Annika wasn’t pleased with the results.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels incredible!” Annika heard the words spoken, but it took several seconds for her to realize that she’d actually been the woman to speak them. In an effort to negate the damage already done, she said in a voice nearly a shout, “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t fucking mean that.” She looked down at Joshua, his handsome face pressed into the lush mound of her right breast, his cheek hollowed in suction, and added, “I’ve got to stop saying ‘fuck.’”

  Under any circumstance, it would have been an erotic experience to have Sven giving her sweetly delivered cunnilingus while Joshua sucked on her nipples, but to have them doing it when she was securely bound, when she couldn’t avoid their oral caresses, heightened the impact on their senses a thousand-fold. She could move her knees only a little inward. Her ankles
were tied to the legs of the solid chair, and they weren’t moving at all. Her wrists were tied together with Sven’s silk necktie, and since Annika had already given it four or five serious attempts and had accomplished nothing, it was clear that her wrists were bound until the men untied her.

  She literally had no choice but to sit in the chair and allow these men to pleasure her however they wanted to.

  No matter how many times they make you come, don’t forget that eventually they’ll break your heart.

  She grasped that concept like a mantra, but even as she thought it now, with Sven’s tongue slithering lightly from side to side over her clit and Joshua’s tongue grazing lightly over her right nipple while he tugged and twisted her left, the thought of having one’s heart being broken was difficult to embrace. When an orgasm is rushing at you like a tsunami, simple heartbreak seems inconsequential.

  “This is so unfair,” Annika said wearily, thinking her climax was, at most, thirty seconds away. Could she possibly have one without the men knowing about it? She doubted it. They were far too attuned to her body’s responses to their caresses for them to not notice. Just then she felt a thick finger ease between the slick lips of her pussy then curl inside her to caress the smooth inner front wall of her vagina, where she was particularly sensitive. “Oh, fuck…you got me.”

  Her words were almost casually delivered, but an instant later she was shivering in the chair, tugging at the binds tying her ankles to the wooden legs, leaning far forward so that the plump, trembling mounds of her breasts pressed against her knees. Throughout the climactic spasms, Sven never once stopped sucking and licking on her clit, nor did he stop the progress of the finger that tantalized her from the inside.

  When the fifth and final convulsion went through her, Annika begged them to stop.

  “I…need time…to catch…my breath,” she said between gulps. “Please, don’t be cruel. I need some time.”