Midnight Fantasy [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “And now we take it off,” said Garrett.

  “Clarification question, Sir?”

  “Of course.”

  “Take it off with what?”

  He chuckled. “Hold as still as you can. I think you’ll like this.”

  She held her breath and waited. When a cold metal blade scraped at the wax on her abdomen, she flinched a bit.

  “What color are you?” Javier’s voice was filled with concern.

  “I’m green, Sir. Just surprised, that’s all.”

  “It’s very dull. It won’t hurt you. But try to stay still anyway. We don’t want to accidentally cut you.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She waited a few moments while they scraped off the wax, enjoying the sensation of the blade against her skin. It also was slightly uncomfortable, but this time she didn’t feel like she was floating away. This time she had something on her mind that blocked those sensations. “Sir? May I ask two questions?”

  “All right,” said Javier.

  “What does it look like on me? The wax, I mean.”

  Her blindfold was lifted, and she tilted her head to look. “Oh.” It was nothing but a mess of cooled wax, the color of oatmeal.

  Javier chuckled. “Disappointed?”

  “I didn’t know what to expect.”

  “I’ve seen Doms use different colors to make patterns and do all kinds of creative things. But for tonight, we merely wanted you to have the experience of it.”

  “Thank you.”

  “What is your second question?”

  She bit her lip. Should she ask? “What are you going to do to me for speaking out of turn?”

  Javier leaned over and kissed her quickly. “We aren’t going to tell you yet.”

  He put her blindfold back in place, and she tried to enjoy the blade scraping off the wax. They were being very careful, but it wasn’t as intense as the impact play had been, or as interesting as the wax and ice. So instead, she concentrated on the feeling of being strapped down and at their mercy. That was definitely a turn-on.

  Once the wax was off, they asked if she needed a break, and she took a quick one. They also gave her water to drink, and then they strapped her back on the wheel, but on her stomach this time. They slipped a small pillow under her head so her face didn’t make contact with metal in this position.

  “Time to tell you what your punishment is for those extra remarks earlier.”

  She held her breath as she waited. When the wheel began to tilt, she gasped.

  “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

  Garrett’s voice helped her relax, and the fact they’d both taken to calling her names like “love” and “sweetheart” wasn’t lost on her. But for right now, she had to deal with being slowly turned upright while strapped to this wheel. She knew she could safeword out of it, but she didn’t want to do that. They’d told her this was going to be a long, intense scene, and she didn’t want to disappoint them. She was safe. She knew that. They’d never do anything to hurt her.

  Once they had the wheel almost completely vertical, Garrett asked her what color she was.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “How are the straps? Does anything feel too tight?”

  “No, Sir.” Her feet rested on the pads below the cuffs around her ankles, and the straps felt no different now than they had when she’d been flat, which surprised her. Whoever had designed this wheel was a damn genius.

  “All right then. Here’s how we’ve decided to punish you.” Javier’s voice filled her senses, and she moaned softly at the images dancing through her head. “You saw the collection of floggers and paddles hanging on the hooks, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “We have two special toys we’re going to use. But we’re not going to tell you what they are. We want you to experience them with no pre-conceived pictures in your head.”

  A hand caressed her ass cheeks, forcing louder moans from her now. Because she wasn’t sure who touched her, she was even more excited than she’d been before.

  “Are you ready?” asked Garrett.

  “Yes, Sir. But may I ask a question for clarification?”

  “Yes.”

  “How many swats?”

  One of them nuzzled her neck and stroked the side of her left breast. “We’re not going to tell you. It’s a punishment, love.” Javier’s voice reduced her to putty in his hands once again. “You may safeword if you need a break, but we decide when we’re done. Okay?”

  “Okay, Sir.” Shit. Could she really do this? She wanted to because it would make them happy, and because she wanted to prove to herself that she could take it. She knew they’d never let any real harm come to her. That was a given.

  The first sensation was no different than when they’d brushed the falls of a flogger against her last Friday, so she relaxed a bit more. Maybe they’d only been teasing about the hard punishment? But then they began to slap the leather against her ass cheeks, and she realized this particular flogger was not the mop kind they’d used on her last week.

  She had no idea what it was, but the falls were thick, heavy, and stiff. As the strikes increased in intensity, so did the thudding and stinging sensation. This one gave her both at the same time, and Renata’s moans grew louder with each strike. She floated away to a place where pain and pleasure became one, but never quite reached the point where she lost track of time or space. This was serious, and she loved every second of it.

  When they switched toys, she opened her eyes wide and cried out. Whatever had just smacked her ass was long and made of leather but had a nasty bite to it, as well, as if they’d covered the paddle with metal studs.

  “What color are you?” asked Javier. His voice was rough, as if he were either working hard or barely hanging on.

  “Green, Sir. May I please ask what that is?”

  “I told you we weren’t going to tell you. And for that you just earned extra swats.”

  She gritted her teeth as they alternated between the paddle and the flogger, each giving her four or five really hard smacks with the toy, then pausing to caress her tender ass cheeks or slip a finger into her ass crack. They also slid their fingers underneath her to tease her soaking-wet pussy and clit, and consequently Renata hovered between wanting to safeword from the pain, and right on the verge of an orgasm.

  The combination was intoxicating. As she slipped further into the moment, she not only lost track of how many swats they gave her, she no longer cared. She only knew she’d never felt anything like this, and never wanted it to end. Her ass was on fire, and her pussy was so wet she was sure her juices must be running down the pad by now, but she didn’t want them to stop.

  When they finally did stop, she was released from the wheel then gently lowered to her feet before one of them picked her up and carried her. She opened her eyes and realized the blindfold was gone, too. Garrett sat on a sofa and gathered her in his arms. Javier wrapped a blanket around her and then held a bottle of water to her lips. “Drink this, love. All of it.”

  She did, and then she took a good look at both men. They were still dressed, except for their shoes and socks, but both had a fine sheen of sweat on their faces and their hair was damp. How hard had they been working?

  Garrett handed her a candy bar. “Chocolate helps. Eat this.”

  He had to take off the wrapper because her fingers trembled when she tried to do it, but then she ate the entire bar in two bites and felt a lot better. “Did I do all right, Sir?”

  They both smiled at her, and Javier pulled a chair over so he could sit close to her. He stroked her hair. “You were amazing. Neither one of us could believe how much you took.”

  “How much did I take, Sir? May I please know?”

  “First tell me why it’s so important to you.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Because I want to please you both. Because I need to know that was as much fun for me as it was for you.”

  He nodded. “Okay. You took fifty swats from each
toy.”

  “Is that a lot?”

  They exchanged a quick glance, and then Javier rose and walked over to the wheel. He picked up a flogger and a paddle from the floor and brought them over. Renata stared at them, not believing she’d taken so many smacks from each of those toys.

  The paddle had metal studs set into the leather, just as she’d thought. The ends weren’t sharp, so she didn’t think her skin had been cut by them, but as she reached out to brush a finger across one, she understood why it had hurt so much. The length was enough to swat both ass cheeks at the same time, and just looking at it made her pussy wet all over again.

  The flogger felt as stiff as she’d imagined it would be, and she asked what it was made of.

  “It’s called latigo leather,” said Javier. “The name is a process that has to do with the way they tan it. It’s used for outdoor things like saddles.”

  She swallowed hard. “I guess we can figure out now what I respond best to.”

  Both men chuckled. “No kidding,” said Garrett. “And I couldn’t be happier about that because impact play is my favorite thing.”

  She snuggled against his warm body. “So, may I ask another question, Sir?”

  “Even if I said no, would that stop you?”

  She grinned at the tone of Garrett’s voice. It was full of humor, and she was glad she hadn’t upset either of them. “I suppose not.”

  “Go ahead and ask your question.”

  “Is the play over?”

  He gave her such a molten look of lust that she couldn’t stop the moan. “The play is, but we have other things in mind for you tonight.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Garrett kissed her, barely able to hang on now. His dick had been rock hard ever since they’d first stepped inside his dungeon and he’d glimpsed the look in Renata’s dark eyes. He wasn’t as into impact play as Javier, but he still loved it, and that had been so fucking hot as hell to do to her. Her curvy ass was pink and puffy, and she still sat here, in his arms, kissing him back like she hadn’t just taken a sound flogging and paddling. Talk about every fantasy he’d ever had coming true.

  This woman had him tied up in knots, but he loved it. He wanted to be here. This past week had been a tightrope walk of listening for word on the curse while still spending every second he could with Renata. He and Javier had talked endlessly about how this would work, their feelings with regard to sharing her, and what experiences they wanted to introduce her to.

  And at the end of the week, two things were crystal clear. The curse be damned. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to her, and he was head-over-heels crazy in love with her. If he was being totally honest with himself, he always had been.

  This was exactly where he wanted to be.

  * * * *

  Renata stood, and then both men led her upstairs to Garrett’s bedroom. They took turns kissing her and holding her while they each shed their clothes, and then finally all three were naked. When Javier dropped the lube and condoms on the bed, she giggled. She hadn’t even noticed him carrying them.

  “You find that funny?”

  “No, Sir. It’s just that I’m still in a fog. I didn’t know you’d brought them with you.”

  He stroked her hair, and the tenderness in his eyes took her breath away. “I love you all slap-happy like this. Knowing I did this to you makes me feel like the sexiest man on the planet.”

  “You are. Both of you are. I never want to leave when I’m with you two. Never.”

  “You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “And we wouldn’t let you leave. You’re stuck with us.”

  “Then I’m the luckiest woman on this island.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her. Behind her, Garrett caressed her skin and planted soft kisses up and down her back. They eased her over to the bed, and then Javier pushed her onto her back. They took turns sucking and licking her nipples and her clit, and her climax was swift and powerful. She would never get enough of these two.

  Javier rolled onto his back and asked her to climb on. She did, and then she sheathed his dick with her pussy. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the way he grasped her hips, moving her up and down. Behind her, Garrett gently pushed her down until the length of her torso rested against Javier’s, and then he slid a warm, wet finger into her asshole.

  Renata could only whimper as another orgasm began to build. When she heard him put on a condom, she gasped.

  “It’s okay,” said Javier. “If you don’t like it, we will stop. Promise. All right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He caressed her face. “You don’t have to call us that now.”

  “I want to. I mean, may I please? It makes me feel like I’m really your sub. Like I truly do belong to both of you.”

  “Oh, Renata…you don’t need to call us something special for that to be true. It already is.”

  Tears threatened as she gazed into his beautiful gray eyes. The words were right there, ready to spill out. He’d told her he loved her when they were just teens, and she’d hurt him so badly afterward, without even realizing what she’d done. What would he think now if she said the words this time instead of him? Would he believe them, or would he think she was merely caught up in the moment?

  And why did this have to be so damn complicated?

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “I’ll tell you what,” said Garrett. “How about we make it protocol that you call us each ‘Sir’ during a scene, or if we ask you to, but otherwise you just address us by our names? Because Javier is right. You are our sub, no matter what title we wear.”

  She glanced over her shoulder so she could look into Garrett’s eyes. “All right. If that’s what you both want. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

  He smiled at her, and then he gave her left ass cheek a tiny slap. “Okay then. It’s settled. Now, relax and enjoy this, love.”

  She exhaled as he slid his cock into her asshole, slowly, until he was all the way in. There was no pain, only pressure, but once she grew used to it, the sensation was heavenly. Both men groaned as they each began to thrust.

  “Oh my God,” said Javier. “This is unbelievable. Please tell me we can do this again.”

  “I hope so,” said Garrett. “Renata, please tell us you like this.”

  “I love it,” she whispered. Tears spilled over her lashes now. The emotion was simply too overwhelming to stay inside. Every happy thought she’d ever had came rushing into her at the same time until her mind was filled with nothing but joy and peace. She’d never felt so close to anyone and knew she never would again. She was so in love with both these men, and nothing could change that. Nothing.

  * * * *

  Javier asked if they could switch. Garrett withdrew, took off his condom, and then helped Renata off Javier. She was so pretty tonight. Her dark hair was a complete mess, but all that did was make him want her even more. All this time he’d never stopped thinking about her and fantasizing what it would be like to have her in his arms and in his bed.

  And now here she was. His sub. And it was totally cool with him that he shared her with Garrett. Javier was more surprised by that than by anything that had happened all week, but as long as Renata was happy, that’s all that mattered in the end.

  He put on a condom, and once she’d climbed on top of Garrett and lowered her pussy onto his cock, Javier filled her tight asshole with more lube and then slipped his dick inside. “Oh, Jesus…” He’d never felt anything so fucking exquisite in his life.

  He and Garrett timed their thrusts so they alternated, which made her moan loudly. When she came again, he felt it down to his soul. This was the ultimate surrender. He and Garrett had claimed this woman for their own, and nothing or no one would take her away. Not a fucking chance in hell. She was theirs forever.

  * * * *

  The guys changed places two more times, and by then Renata was so tired and sore all she could manage was a weak moan when she came a third time. Nothing would ever
feel this good again. There was no way to top it. And it wasn’t only the sex. It was the closeness. When the guys each came, they held her for long moments, the sweat drying on all three of them while they whispered in her ear.

  She barely heard the words and was almost asleep when one of them cleaned her off with a warm washcloth. She curled up on her side and fell asleep, happier than she’d ever been. She was theirs. Their sub and their lover. And nothing would tear her away from them.

  * * * *

  Renata spent all of Saturday and Sunday with Garrett and Javier again, and Sunday afternoon Carlee called with the exciting news that she’d found someone who wanted to take over Renata’s lease. Renata considered it a sign and agreed to sublet the condo, then met Carlee downtown at her office to sign the papers before she lost her nerve.

  While she was there, Renata asked if Garrett and Javier had talked to her about selling one of their homes.

  “They did, and I think I found a workable solution to that problem for you three, as well. There’s a home close to Tim’s with a third floor tower like Javier has, and a partially finished lower level where Garrett could recreate his dungeon. The home has plenty of space for you three to spread out in, and I know both their homes would sell.”

  Renata gave her a sideways glance. “You seem very comfortable with the lifestyle your two nephews live. Garrett and Graham, I mean.”

  Carlee laughed. “Three of them live it. Don’t forget about Connor’s son, Ian.”

  “Oh, that’s right.” Ian and Jagger were Doms to Kai. She had trouble keeping the triads straight on the best of days.

  “And on this island, it’s more a question of who is not in the lifestyle.”

  Renata laughed because that was so true.

  When she returned home, she mentioned the conversation with Carlee to Javier and Garrett, and the three spent the rest of the evening making plans for a home that they would make into their own.

  During the next couple of days, the island was buzzing with news. Owen Durante and Penn Rosen’s trial had only taken three days, and both were convicted of arson and multiple counts of involuntary manslaughter. No one that Renata talked to was surprised by the verdicts, but everyone expressed sympathy for the families who had lost loved ones and friends in the fires. All but one of the burn victims had finally healed enough to return home to Sybaris Cove, but nothing would take away the pain they’d gone through all those months.