Dragon's Heart [Dragon Love 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 11

“Whoa.”

  Hank, his body a piece of art with slices of shadow made by the sunlight slanting through the plantation shutters, cocked his head to the side. “Whoa? As in stop what we’re doing? Hell, babe, we haven’t even gotten started.”

  What he said barely registered as she took them in.

  Faces that could’ve been carved in stone with chiseled features.

  Strong arms led to broad shoulders.

  Chests formed from one mountain after another.

  Eight-pack abs with rolling muscles framed on the side with those sexy lines that led down a man’s pelvis to the curly mass of hair below.

  And, oh, their cocks.

  She’d thought her memory had somehow embellished them as being larger, thicker than they actually were, but she’d been right all along. How would she ever fit them inside her?

  “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

  She forced her attention to Walken’s black eyes. Bits of red fired there.

  “Why do your eyes get red in them?” She glanced from him to the other two men. “All of you. How does it happen?”

  Grant yanked on his shirt, pulling the buttons free. “This isn’t the time to play Twenty Questions.” Toeing off his boots, he undid his jeans and shoved them to his ankles. His cock was just as impressive as his friends’.

  “Get undressed, darlin’.” Grant moved behind her, skimming his hand along her shoulder. “Make it nice and slow.”

  Did they want a show? She’d never had the guts to strip in front of any of her past boyfriends. Had, in fact, preferred to get undressed in the dark. The bright sunlight would put all her flaws into stark reality.

  “I’ll just go to the bathroom for a minute.”

  Grant blocked her way. “Not on your life. We want to see you. Every sexy inch of you.”

  Her insecurity reared their ugly head again. Once they saw what she looked like with every blemish in bright clarity, would they still want her? It was already a miracle that they found her sexy. Should she test a miracle?

  “Go on, sweetheart. We’ve seen your body before, and we love it.”

  Were these men crazy? Or had she gotten luckier than any woman alive?

  Thank God I wore my best underwear.

  She gathered her courage. Walken was right, after all. They had already seen her and knew what her body looked like. If they were going to have any chance at a lasting relationship, they’d have to accept her as she was.

  Although she’d thought she’d achieved the impossible, accepting her body as she was, she now realized she hadn’t. At least, not fully. She’d have to accept herself just as she was if she expected them to do the same thing.

  She shucked off her running shoes and paused.

  “So far, so good, babe.”

  Hank was joking. She hoped he was. Either way, it gave her the encouragement to go on.

  Crossing her arms in front of her, she took hold of her Bright Futures Ranch blue T-shirt and tugged it out of the waistband of her jeans. She stalled, realizing the next move would be like crossing an invisible line from being afraid and ashamed of her body to full acceptance of how her body looked. It was time to test herself. She was stronger now, right? Able to be what she was without embarrassment or shame?

  “You’re beautiful.” Walken wrapped his hand around his cock. “Remember how beautiful you are.”

  At first, Grant’s and Hank’s intense stares were unnerving. Until, that is, she looked again and saw the passion unleashed inside them. Like Walken, they were fondling their ever-growing cocks.

  Their lust gave her the fortitude to keep going. She was beautiful. She lifted her arms, bringing her shirt up and over her head. Dropping it to the floor, she waited for their reactions.

  “Perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

  The obvious sincerity in Hank’s voice enthralled her. Her body, held back by her fear, jumped to life, her pussy moistening.

  “Keep going, darlin’.”

  She glanced at Grant, daring to take the risk. “Order me to keep going.”

  He stared at her, studying her. Then a wide smile came. “You want to play a little Doms and sub, huh?”

  She wasn’t sure what such things were called, but did it matter? “I’ve never even been tied up before, but yes.”

  The sounds of low growling brought her back to Hank and Walken. “What is it with the eyes and now growling noises? You’re going to tell me what’s going on soon, right?”

  “Soon enough,” answered Hank. He thrust out his chin. “Go on. That’s an order.”

  “Guys, remember to take it easy. We don’t want to risk…” Walken’s sentence died off.

  “No. Please. Don’t let my health problems ruin this for me.” She couldn’t stand it if they treated her differently because of her heart problem. What was the point of living life if she couldn’t live it the way she wanted?

  “Don’t worry, babe.”

  “Go on, darlin’. Hank gave you an order.”

  She’d make them treat her as a woman, not as a woman with a bad heart. Taking her time, she lowered first one strap of her bra then the other. The material pooled at the swell of her breasts.

  They look like they want to eat me alive.

  Please, let them eat me.

  A tremble ran through her. She wanted nothing more than to please them as they’d please her. Moving her gaze from Grant, to Hank and then finally to Walken, she reached behind and undid the clasps of her bra. She caught it before it fell off her, earning a groan from Grant. Knowing she had them in the palm of her hand, she took hold of the bra and threw it at Hank. He caught it, chuckled, and then tossed it over his shoulder.

  Falling back on old habits, she covered her breasts. Would they think they were too heavy? She’d always wanted to get a breast lift but had held on to the hope that, one day, maybe she’d lose enough weight to give them a little natural perk up.

  “Put your arms at your sides. Now, babe.”

  The bare yearning in Hank’s eyes compelled her to follow his order. She turned her breasts lose and put her arms down.

  “Now your jeans.” Hank pumped his cock, picking up speed. Walken and Grant stroked their cocks as the glint of their pre-cum sparkled at the end of their mushroomed caps.

  She undid her jeans, making sure to use her arms to plump her breasts together. Her breasts bounced prettily as she worked her buttons free. Turning around, she pushed her jeans to the floor then coquettishly looked at them over her shoulder.

  “Nicely done, sweetheart.”

  “Panties. Now,” ordered Hank.

  She hooked her thumbs under the lacy material and inched them lower until they rested just above her butt crack. “More?”

  “You know it.” Grant motioned for her to keep going.

  She rocked the material back and forth, bending over as she did. The simple act was liberating. When had she ever wanted anyone to watch her round bottom? Yet, with every look they gave her, with every soft groan they uttered, they emboldened her to keep going. With one last little push, she sent the panties to the floor.

  “Come here.”

  When she did as Grant told her, the men were standing next to the bed. Hank held a long strip of white material while Walken reached into the nightstand and pulled out several items she knew hadn’t been in the drawer the night before. A tray rested on top of the table with a can of whipped cream along with a bowl of chocolate sauce and plate of strawberries.

  “How’d those get there?”

  “I know it’s not a good habit to eat in bed, but we figured this was a special occasion.”

  It wasn’t often that Walken made a joke. She smiled and pointed at the objects he held. “A whip and a vibrator. Wow.” She studied the other two objects. “What are those?”

  “Nipple clamps.”

  She grimaced, suddenly unsure.

  “Don’t knock them until you’ve tried them.”

  “And don’t be afraid to say you don’t like something. We�
�re your Doms for playtime, but you have every right to refuse. No means no.”

  “When did you three sneak into my bedroom and plan this?”

  “This isn’t just your bedroom any longer, babe. It’s ours. We’re taking you as our mate, our woman, from now until the day we die.”

  “I’m not sure what you’re asking. If you’re even asking.”

  Grant smiled and held out his hand. “Don’t let it get all jumbled up in your head. It’s simple enough. We want you, Cinda. How many times do we have to say it?”

  “I thought you meant sex.” She walked toward him and took his hand. Was this part of the role-play? She was afraid to hope.

  “We mean it all. Sex, work, family, love. The whole thing,” explained Walken.

  Grant ran his palm along her arm and pulled her toward the bed. He tracked kisses along her shoulder as he spoke. “You want us to be yours, don’t you? Say it, but make sure you mean it. Once you do, everything changes.”

  “Everything changes?” And yet, didn’t she realize it? Hadn’t her life already changed more than she’d ever imagined it could?

  “Your life and ours.” Hank got on top of the bed. “Come here.”

  With Grant’s help, she climbed up and reached for Hank to steady her. She stood in the middle of the bed. Her pulse thundered in her ears. With a move faster than she’d have thought possible, he wrapped the end of the cloth around one of her wrists. Soon he had both wrists tied together but didn’t pull it tight enough to hurt.

  “Remember. You can call a halt to any and all of this whenever you want.” Walken placed the tray of food on top of the bed and kneeled in front of her.

  Grant bounced the tray as he climbed onto the bed. “String her up, Hank.”

  String me up? She shivered at the idea.

  Hank took the end of the cloth strip then knotted the end. Using that as a weight, he tossed the cloth over the board running above the bed from one end to the other.

  She hadn’t noticed the board before then. “You put the board there, too?”

  “Who else, babe?” Hank tugged the makeshift rope and pulled her arms over her head. He cupped a breast and squeezed.

  A spike of fear stabbed her. Did she trust them enough to let them tie her up? What if they’d lied about her telling them to stop? Yet, she was too excited not to keep going.

  “Easy, darlin’. We won’t hurt you. At least, not in a way you won’t like.”

  “Let’s get a taste. Spread your legs.”

  She jolted as Walken spread the chocolate concoction over her pussy then down the creases between her legs. He grabbed her behind the legs then slid his tongue through the sweet mess. His tongue skimmed the seam of her pussy.

  “Fucking good.” He licked the chocolate off his fingers.

  “Your tits are fantastic. I love big titties.” Hank reached around from behind her and captured her breasts. “Yeah, babe. Some guys might think more than a man can hold is too big, but not me. The bigger, the better.”

  She stiffened but no longer from fear. Instead, their touches had opened up a floodgate, allowing the passion she’d felt from last night to burst fresh and hot within her. She laid her head back, loving the way Hank nibbled on her neck.

  Grant ran a hand over her butt cheek. At some point, he’d commandeered the whip. “Let’s get you pink.”

  The first spank had her crying out, but she shut her mouth, determined to stay as quiet as possible as a second and then a third strike stung flashes of pain into her flesh. The pain was swiftly gone, morphing as it traveled through her into a pleasurable zing.

  “If you’re going to get whipped, then I’m adding the whipped cream. Move for a second, Hank.”

  As soon as Hank turned her breasts free, Walken reached up and shot a mountain of whipped cream on top of each nipple. The white fluff dripped off to skim over her belly.

  Hank flicked off a bit of the cream then put his fingers into his mouth. “Sweet. But not as sweet as you are.” He took more of the fluff off the other nipple and offered it to her. “Suck, babe.”

  She opened her mouth and drew in his fingers. The whipped cream was sweet, all right, but feeling his fingers inside her mouth and against her tongue was more of a treat. She moaned and arched her breasts.

  Walken added more cream to her mons, covering the remaining chocolate. He handed the can of whipped cream to Grant then pushed his face against her.

  She sucked in air as Walken’s tongue eased its way between her folds and found her aching nub. Sucking sounds accented the air as he devoured her.

  More whipped cream covered her as Grant shot a stream of the white stuff over her tits, along her stomach, and onto her hips and butt cheeks. “Eat up, boys. Dessert’s on me.”

  Her body trembled under the assault of three tongues licking her. Front and back, over her nipples and between her legs, they licked the whipped cream off her. She cried out again as Hank added the whip to her butt cheek, stinging her flesh.

  Walken had stopped talking, his face buried between her legs. Slurping sounds added to the sucking sounds he’d made earlier. His fingers dug into her skin as he held her closer to him. Over and around, his tongue tortured her clit as he moved to shove two fingers into her pussy. Harder and harder, he slammed his fist against her, driving them as far inside as he could. She bucked, her approaching climax threatening to leave her hanging by the cloth.

  “Tell me you want my cock in your ass.” Hank tugged her hair, forcing her head back. He slicked his tongue over her earlobe then caught it and nibbled. Jerking her hair again, he ordered her to speak. “Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck me in the ass.” Walken’s fingers and tongue weren’t making talking easy. Neither was Grant’s claiming of her breasts. With Hank ordering her to speak and his cock pressing against her butt, she struggled to answer.

  “Good girl.” Hank pushed her butt open and eased his cock against her dark hole.

  “Don’t we need lube?” She’d always heard it would hurt if they didn’t use some kind of lubrication.

  “Not with us, babe. But I’ll take it easy anyway.”

  She tugged at the cloth, wanting to touch them. “Please turn me loose. I need to do things to you.”

  “Relax.” Hank grabbed hold of her hips, tugging her backward and earning a complaint from Walken. His cock was at her entrance, ready to force the puckered lips into submission.

  Walken got to his feet and took hold of her legs to wrap around him. He laughed as Hank cursed at him. “You’re not the only one in this.”

  She was suspended between the two of them, her ankles locked behind Walken and her body slanted away from Hank. “Please. I need all three of you.”

  Walken groaned and plunged his cock into her pussy, taking her by surprise. She let out a small cry then felt Hank’s cock push its way farther inside her. A stab of pain hit her, but the angle was too much for Hank to continue.

  “Damn it, man.” Hank pulled out.

  “Both of you are selfish bastards.” Grant jerked on the cloth, freeing it from the board. He grabbed hold of her, yanking her away from his friends.

  Yelping, she landed on top of the bed. She panted, her breath coming not from exertion but from the thrill of it all. Her body stiffened, preparing itself for the oncoming climax. Every inch of her was alive, and although she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, frightening her, she wouldn’t have stopped.

  As it had before, the air thickened, growing hotter, steamier. It didn’t make sense, but now she welcomed it, sensing that somehow, someway, the steam was a part of them.

  Grant took her arms and tugged them over her head again. “Let us do the work, darlin’. You just enjoy.”

  Enjoy wasn’t a strong enough emotion. She was jubilant, powerful, and, amazing her, sexy.

  Walken pulled her leg over his, caught her gaze with his, and thrust his cock inside her pussy again. It filled her beyond what she’d thought possible, stretching her, mounting the frictio
n higher with every moment.

  Hank widened her butt cheeks and slammed his cock inside her anus. Once again, the pain hit her but changed into an incredible sensation that somehow connected the heat in her pussy to the burn in her asshole.

  “Now for me, darlin’.” Grant eased beside her, offering her his cock.

  She drew it in, hollowing her cheeks as he clutched her behind the neck and helped her work her head forward and backward. He tasted musky and manly. Ignoring his earlier command, she lowered her hands and cupped his balls.

  At first, he started to complain, but then his complaint slid into a moan. “Spank her, Hank. I want to see her pretty ass jiggle.”

  “With pleasure.” Hank slapped her as he plunged into her yet again. More spanks followed, turning her flesh white to pink.

  A sharp stab of pain hit first one nipple then the other. Grant’s glinting gaze fixed on the clamps biting into her nipples. “Feels good, right, darlin’?”

  She couldn’t answer, instead letting him interpret her silence. The pain was rough at first, but the longer they stayed on, the more she liked them.

  She was caught between the three of them. The men who had shown her not only what it was like to be desired, even loved, had also empowered her to believe in her own special kind of beauty. Her body wasn’t something she was ashamed of. Instead, she was proud of her curves. She was a big, beautiful woman just as they’d said.

  Her head swam. Fighting against the dizziness threatening to take her, to ruin her time with them, she gave her body permission to let her orgasm free. Crying out with Grant’s cock still in her mouth, she held on as the pummeling wave of her release swept over her.

  As though she’d heralded the way, the men stiffened then, one by one, ground out their orgasms. Bright red flickers of fire burst and died out around her, but she was too enveloped in her passion, in her men, to wonder what had caused them.

  As her climax wound down and the men pulled away from her, she closed her eyes. A smile stayed on her face.

  Grant untied her hands. “Are you all right? You look a little pale.”

  Walked sat up and palmed her cheek. “Damn it. We took it too far.”

  “I’m fine.”