Taming Her Racy Ways [Racy Nights 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  It did. And it rocked her body to the core, forcing screams and loud groans from her throat that became a steady drone as they licked and sucked her pussy from behind. When they started in on her ass cheeks with the toys again, she tensed with each strike. She’d never felt such exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time, but she didn’t think she could take much more. She soon lost count of the swats and begged for them to stop.

  They stopped immediately. “Marisol, did you mean to use a safeword?” Ellis’s voice was filled with concern.

  “Yes. No. I’m not sure.”

  He whispered close to her ear. “If you need us to stop, it’s okay, love. But you have to tell us.”

  “You won’t be upset?”

  “Oh, Marisol. Of course not.”

  “Then I think I’m done. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t say that.” One of them gently pulled out the butt plug while the other quickly unfastened her. Then Ellis pulled her into his arms. “Marisol, you never, ever, ever have to apologize for reaching your limits. Do you understand?” The look in his eyes was so tender and so full of genuine concern that she began to cry again. He held her until the tears stopped.

  “Thank you, both of you.”

  “No. It’s you we should be thanking, not the other way around.”

  Rafe embraced her and kissed her neck. “Marisol, this is heaven. But we don’t want you to reach the point where you’re no longer having fun.”

  “Thank you. But I feel like I’ve failed you both.”

  “Mi tesoro, you haven’t. I swear it.” He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed.

  As he laid her down, her eye caught the spanking bench. “But you probably wanted me on that, too.”

  “It will wait,” said Ellis, crawling on the other side of her. “Part of your training has to do with our dicks, you know.” When he gave her a wink, she smiled. All of this was new to her, but it wasn’t new to Ellis. She didn’t want to look like a fool in front of him, and she was so grateful that he’d reassured her that it was all right to tell them she couldn’t handle any more spanking right now.

  “And what exactly do you want me to do with your dicks, sir?”

  Ellis chuckled, and Rafe rolled his eyes. “I think you just got a bit mouthy there now that your limbs are no longer restrained. Obviously we need to keep you that way so you’ll stay in line.”

  She was flat on her back with her wrists cuffed together overhead before she had time to process what they were doing. A giggling fit tried desperately to surface, but she held it back. They placed a cuff around each ankle and tied them to the bedposts with rope, so that her legs were spread wide.

  Ellis placed a large pillow under her head and shoulders to raise them slightly, and then he unfastened her wrist cuffs and tied them to the bed posts at the top of the bed so that her arms were spread as wide as her legs. He pushed another large pillow under her hips to raise them. “Now what do you have to say, Marisol?”

  She couldn’t say anything. All she could do was stare at both of them and try to keep breathing. The burn in her ass cheeks had settled down to a slightly unpleasant sting, just enough to remind her of what they’d done. She became aware of all the scents in the room. The candles, their combined colognes, and her own musky smell.

  “That’s what I thought,” said Ellis, brushing a finger along her pussy lips. “Look how wet she is, Rafe. Have you ever seen such a succulent pussy?”

  Rafe gazed at her body with reverence. “No. I haven’t.”

  Ellis straddled her chest and brushed his fingers across her lips. “And have you ever kissed such a fabulous mouth?”

  “No.”

  “Rafe, I think it’s time Marisol had her fantasy.”

  Rafe’s grin forced a moan from her throat. “I agree completely.”

  He moved between her legs and she heard a condom package open. She was about to remind him that she was on the pill but Ellis had started to tease her lips with the head of his dick. The hell with it. She parted her lips without being asked to do so, and he slid his cock inside.

  He held her head still with both hands as he fucked her mouth, sliding a fair amount of his impressive dick inside. She forced her throat muscles to relax, not wanting him to have to stop or hold back. She wanted this so badly.

  When Rafe slid inside her pussy, she tried to cry out, but of course she couldn’t. He teased her clit with his fingers as he slowly fucked her, and Marisol was soon out of her mind with need. Another climax was so close already, and within minutes it was a given. The sensation of having both her mouth and pussy stuffed with a dick was almost impossible to handle. It was nothing like she’d ever imagined it would be.

  She had thought it would be cold and clinical somehow, but it wasn’t. Each sensation was enhanced, and it was so intimate. She knew they were enjoying it, and that only served to arouse her further. She wanted so badly to please them both.

  Just before she came, both men pulled out and switched places. She cried out in frustration, but Ellis only grinned at her. “Don’t worry. We aren’t even close to being done yet.”

  He put on a condom, and Rafe pulled off his, and then Rafe pushed his dick into her mouth. He held her head as Ellis had done, and even though Marisol’s mouth was already sore, she didn’t care. She was going to let them do this because they wanted to, and because it was so sexy to be restrained and filled up like this.

  Ellis slid his dick into her swollen pussy and fucked her hard and deep. When he flicked her clit, she exploded in another crazy orgasm that sent contractions racing through her body and out through her fingertips and toes. She was afraid of hurting Rafe, but he just kept fucking her mouth. If her teeth had accidentally brushed his shaft, he appeared oblivious to it.

  When they finally both pulled out again, she was sore and tired, but she didn’t want it to be over. Ellis untied her wrists and ankles, took off the cuffs, and examined the skin again. Then he told her to lie on her side. When she just stared at him, wondering why, the warning look he gave her had her scrambling to get on her left side while averting her gaze at the same time.

  He put the cuffs back on her wrists and fastened them overhead so that both arms were on top of each other. He put a cuff back on her left ankle and fastened that to the footboard, and then he put a cuff on her right one and fastened it overhead so that her legs were spread.

  She took a good look at the bed and realized he’d had it fitted for any number of combinations of restraining limbs. The magnitude of what they could both do to her in this bed was staggering, and it sent a fresh wave of desire through her.

  Ellis snuggled up behind her and played with her ass cheeks and breasts from behind while Rafe knelt in front of her. He had on a condom, and she heard Ellis putting on one, too. The fog lifted and she suddenly realized what they had planned.

  “Is this what you told Ellis you wanted, mi tesoro?”

  “Yes, Rafe. I mean, yes, sir.”

  He smiled at her, and she wasn’t sure what to say. Was he really okay with this? It just didn’t seem possible that he’d come to terms with everything so easily. Either she’d misjudged him, or Luke had more influence over him than anyone would have guessed. Whether Rafe had figured this out on his own or not, Marisol was so grateful to see him having such a great time that she relaxed completely as lube filled her asshole and Ellis gently slid his dick inside from behind.

  It stung at first, but Rafe’s gentle words of encouragement and looking into his eyes the entire time helped a lot. Once Ellis was all the way inside, the pain was gone, and instead Marisol sighed at the delicious fullness. Rafe caressed her breasts as he pushed his dick into her pussy, and Marisol cried out when both men were inside. It didn’t feel anything like the dildo and Ellis’s dick had. This was entirely different. It was so intimate and raw at the same time. She had totally surrendered to them, and the realization almost brought her to tears again.

  They moved together, slowly at first, and the
n they increased their thrusting until she was moaning and writhing against her bonds. They pulled out and switched places, changing condoms as well, and then Rafe pulled out of her ass and took off his condom. He knelt in front of her face while Ellis continued to fuck her in the pussy.

  Marisol didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and take Rafe’s dick inside. Ellis played with her clit while he fucked her, and Marisol found it impossible to believe, but another climax began to build. How many was this? She had no fucking idea. She only knew this was the most erotic night of her life, and she didn’t want it to end.

  Rafe cried out, and her mouth was filled with hot cum. She swallowed every tasty drop and hardly had time to catch her breath before Ellis was kneeling in front of her face as well, condom gone, and pushing his dick into her sore mouth. He held her head still while he fucked her, hard and deep.

  Rafe was behind her again, and his wet finger slipped into her asshole. The combination of sensations was so unexpected that Marisol’s pussy began to contract. When Rafe’s hand reached around and played with her clit, the orgasm reached fruition. Ellis’s dick exploded into her mouth, and she tried to swallow all of his cum, but some dripped down her chin.

  The men untied her, and took turns holding her, stroking her hair and back. She got up once to use the bathroom, and then crawled back into their arms, wishing she never had to leave. How would anything ever be the same again? And did she even want it to be? She only wanted to be with them—both of them. And to hell with what anyone in this town thought about that.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The following week was busy for Marisol because she and her coworkers were finally able to return to a routine that was as close to business-as-usual as possible in the warehouse where the courts and City Hall offices had been temporarily relocated. But she still had to divide her time between doing her job and assisting her coworkers with planning such things as where to place extra desks and chairs so that they wouldn’t constantly be in the way.

  While the warehouse provided more than enough total space for both the court and city offices, the configuration of temporary walls seemed to change daily as each judge and attorney realized that a certain printer or fax machine had to be closer to them, or the line of cubicles next to their office didn’t give them the privacy or quiet they needed.

  Despite the fact that everyone’s nerves were frayed and they were all having trouble adjusting to their new space, spending time again each day with Leela and Bonnie was great because she could tell them anything. She had missed her girlfriends more than she’d realized.

  They were jealous of her relationship with Rafe and Ellis, but were supportive and understanding when she told them how things between her and Ria seemed to be changing. They asked if she thought that was because of Rafe’s strained relationship with his parents, and she told them she couldn’t think of any other reason. If either woman had heard differently from Ria, they weren’t saying, and Marisol knew they would.

  Ellis was busier than usual now that serious construction in the town was finally under way, but he found time throughout the day to text or call her, even if he could only talk long enough to tell her that he missed her, or text the details of her what he and Rafe had planned for her that evening after dinner. By Friday, she had all but moved into his house. It was easier that way, and his houseguests had each made other arrangements by then so she, Rafe and Ellis had the entire place to themselves. Marisol soon realized that Ellis’s small household staff was inconspicuous and discreet.

  When she casually mentioned one day that the lease on her town house was up soon, Ellis asked if she planned to renew it or just move into his house for good, but she had evaded his question. Was she truly ready for a step like that? When he asked her again, she told him she needed time to think about it. He’d stayed quieter than usual for a couple of hours after that, and Marisol was worried that she’d upset him.

  Her car repairs had been completed the previous Thursday as promised by Rafe, but she’d parked the car in Ellis’s garage and he’d been driving her around all week. He told her it was silly for both of them to drive into town every day since they were going in the same direction, but she almost wished he’d just let her take her own car. It made her feel like she was taking advantage of him, although he insisted she wasn’t.

  Rafe came over every evening and the three ate dinner together. Sam, Ellis’s chef, was a fantastic cook, but Marisol wasn’t comfortable eating in the massive dining room. After the first evening in there, the three instead ate their meals at the table in the kitchen. After dinner, they would share details of their day, and Rafe and Ellis never seemed to grow tired of her stories about Leela and Bonnie and the crazy things that happened in the Racy courts every day.

  Whenever Marisol or Ellis asked Rafe how things were with his parents, he averted his gaze and gave vague answers. Marisol mentioned one evening how much she missed hanging out with Ria, and that Ria had stopped returning her calls and sometimes didn’t text her back for hours, if at all. The look that had quickly passed through Rafe’s eyes told her that he knew what was going on and why, but when she pressed him on the issue he refused to talk about it.

  Rafe worked at the garage during the day, and sometimes in the evenings he would help Luke get the new space for his bar ready, but other than updating her and Ellis on how things were progressing on that, he didn’t talk about his family at all.

  At night, Marisol was transported to new heights of passion as she and her two Doms played and made love. Ellis was a masterful trainer, and seemed to instinctively know just how far to push her with impact play and anal sex each time the three had a session together. Their morning ritual now included Marisol kneeling before each of them to pledge her submission for the day, and each of them in turn telling her that they would honor and respect her gift by not pushing her limits or doing any harm to her body or spirit.

  She’d never been one to place herself in such a vulnerable position, or willingly give up too much to another person, but she found a sense of peace in doing so with Rafe and Ellis that both surprised and delighted her. She wasn’t really giving up anything, as she’d often imagined she’d have to do. Rather, she had a sense of order and structure to her daily life that had always been missing. She loved knowing they were only a phone call or a text away, and that they would expect her to behave in certain ways, even when she wasn’t with them.

  It was a very emotional ritual for her, and she usually ended up crying or being close to doing so. Then again, she’d been crying more than usual since the tornado, and that disturbed her. So many pent-up feelings seemed to be right on the edge of her consciousness every day, and she wasn’t sure why.

  When she tried to talk to Leela or Bonnie about it, they laughed and told her she should stop whining about everything and realize how lucky she was to be having sex with two hunky men almost every night. At times like that she missed Ria so much it hurt. Ria would understand how she was feeling. Ria had always understood everything, and had been her go-to person since Marisol could remember. This wasn’t only about sex. It was about belonging to both of them, and Marisol couldn’t put her feelings into words for Bonnie and Leela. Ria would have understood without her having to find the right words.

  On Saturday she and Rafe went to the new space to help Luke. Ellis had said he’d be busy downtown all day, and Marisol was happy to be able to finally help Rafe and Luke. Ria was there, as Rafe had said she would be, and Marisol was so happy to see her after two weeks that she literally ran to embrace her.

  Ria hugged her back, but gone was the enthusiastic friend she’d known for so long. In fact, Marisol had no choice but to admit that Ria looked about as happy to see her as she would look if served with a lawsuit.

  Alexa and Chase were there, too, as were Kari, Adison, and Noah. Annalise came in about an hour later with Dustin and Chad. Marisol took direction from Luke, who was clearly running the show, and set to work polishing the curved bar that Chad
and Noah had built earlier in the week. All around her she listened to the excited chatter and friendly banter, but she’d never felt so alone and lost in a room full of other people.

  She glanced around for Rafe, but he was busy poring over blueprints with Ellis and Luke. And besides, this wasn’t the place or time to talk to him about this. Annalise and Ria looked very chummy, their heads bent together as they polished glassware. That was the way she and Ria must have always looked as they gossiped in the bar three or four nights a week. A painful wave of jealousy coursed through her body as she watched them.

  What on earth could she have done to Ria that would change things between them so much? It couldn’t be that she objected to her seeing both Ellis and Rafe at the same time, could it? She certainly didn’t object to the lifestyle because Annalise was in it, and she knew that. What the hell was going on? And if something was bothering Ria so much, why wasn’t she talking to Marisol about it? She would have before, in a heartbeat.

  As she polished the wood, she watched the dynamics between Ria and her brothers and realized things were different between them as well, and not in a good way. Whenever Luke or Rafe would speak to her or ask her to do something, Ria’s entire demeanor changed like she was pissed off at them or something. What the hell was going on? Marisol didn’t want to be the cause of strife in the Rodriguez household. She’d rather give up Rafe than split him and his sister apart.

  “Want to take a walk?”

  “What?” She spun to face Alexa. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

  Alexa’s eyes were filled with concern. “I asked if you wanted to take a walk? I could use a break.”

  What did she know? “Okay. That’s a good idea.”

  Alexa waited until they were on the river walk to speak. “It’s not you. I’m sure you haven’t done anything to upset Ria like this.”

  “Does it show that much?”