Butterfly Madness [Loving in Silver 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (21 page)

If he didn’t know, she could give him a list. Lowering her head, she closed her eyes and sucked on the chocolate until it was nothing but a bittersweet memory on her tongue. The men moved around the kitchen, finishing the supper preparation, talking and joking with one another as if she weren’t there. Marley didn’t mind. If anything, it gave her time to absorb and adjust. She was giving them all her trust. It was as much a test for them as it was for her. If she could trust them with this, her body, her heart, and her soul, she could trust them with anything.

Besides, she really loved the games and hoped they came up with more.

A lot more.

Grayson reached out to stroke the silky curtain of dark-brown hair. Marley was a gift. While he didn’t have the extreme dominant streak their friend Colt Redford did, it was fun to explore this side of his nature. It wasn’t the same as when he and Roarke wrestled around like the two wild teenagers they had once been, fighting for dominance in bed, a game he always seemed to win. No, this was something more, something with greater depth.

There was a part of him which enjoyed the control he was exerting over Marley. He wasn’t out to humiliate her, make her feel like less of a person. But he was asking her to trust him, to give him all the power, but tempered by the knowledge that she could end the game at any point.

“Open,” Grayson commanded softly. He had been feeding her small pieces of the delicate slices of steak and vegetables Roarke had cooked to perfection. The man was a genius in the kitchen, with or without his clothes on. When Marley failed to follow his command, but looked at him mutinously, he felt his anticipation spike. Okay, she wanted to be bad. “Marley, open your mouth and take this bite of steak.”

She shook her head, her hair falling across her face. Dropping the steak back onto the plate, he reached for her and dragged her across his lap. She struggled hard enough he had to brace her body with an arm over her shoulders. With her ass now positioned, he gave it a sharp smacking blow with the flat of his hand. She squealed and fought him harder. And the harder she fought, the harder his cock got. The imprint of his hand on the white globe of her ass was a beautiful thing, turning pink almost instantly. His cock throbbed as his blood raced through his veins.

When Marley didn’t say her safe word, but continued to fight him, her hands now grasping his leg to balance herself, he slapped her ass again and again, alternating sides, never striking the same place twice. She screamed and fought him like a wild animal, her slender body twisting. When her legs fell apart he thrust his hand between her legs, finding her pussy completely soaked with the juices of her arousal. He shoved a finger hard into her tight channel, fucking her with his finger and stroking her rigid little clit with his thumb until she was fighting, not for her freedom, but for an orgasm.

Smiling at Roarke, who was sitting in a chair and fisting his cock, he withdrew his fingers and spanked Marley again. She was panting, growling, cheated of an orgasm. Fuck, the woman was a walking, talking wet dream. He was about to come in his pants. Just breathing the scent of her arousal was driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Lifting her, Grayson put her on her knees in front of him, between his spread legs. Keeping one hand on a slender shoulder, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. “Take my cock in your mouth and watch the teeth. If you bite me, you won’t like the consequences.”

If there was ever such a thing as a violent blow job, this was it. Marley took his cock into her mouth. There were no niceties. She got right down to it, sucking him down, hollowing out her cheeks as her mouth worked its way up and down the steely length of his shaft. She sucked him like a pro, pushing him closer and closer to the edge as her mouth slid down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Then she did it. She swallowed hard on the swollen, spongy head, her throat muscles working it, her swollen lips sealed around the shaft. His balls were jammed up into his body as he came, his body arching off the chair as he shouted his pleasure. She pulled back instinctively, but didn’t let him go as she drank and swallowed, sucking hard as she gradually made her way back to the head, which she then began to lovingly suckle until his cock softened and finally slipped from between her lips.

There was a smug expression on Marley’s face as she looked up at him defiantly yet again through the fall of her dark hair. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, swiping away the remnants of his cum. Just when he didn’t think it could get any hotter, it did so. The woman could take her angst out on him any time she liked.

So, she had thought to teach him a lesson. As fantastic as the blow job had been, he wasn’t to be outdone. Grayson reached for Marley and lifted her from the floor. Roarke leaned back in the chair, holding his cock, as their woman was lowered so she straddled his lap. His cock was buried in her pussy as her weight carried her down. Moans escaped both his lovers. With the large butt plug buried in her ass he could imagine it was a very tight fit.

“Fuck her, but don’t let her come. We’ll take some of the fight out of her. She’ll learn not to defy her masters.”

For the next hour they fucked Marley on nearly every surface in the house, taking turns, fucking her until she was a writhing, screaming mass of passion. But before she could come they would withdraw, leaving her panting and swearing. They suffered their own frustration silently.

At the moment she was spread out on her back on the kitchen table with her hands cuffed to the back of a chair above her head, her legs bent at the knee, her ass on the edge. The pale blue butt plug begged them to play with it, so they did.

She made vile threats to their genitalia, but never once uttered her safe word.

“Hey, babe,” Grayson said to Roarke, “what do you think about wrapping her up in a sheet and taking her over to The Silver Edge?”

“Sounds like a good idea. We could go to level two and fuck her senseless on the stage.”

“I don’t think she’s really ready for that. Maybe we should start her out slow. Why don’t we just take her out back and fuck her? It’s dark. There’s no chance of anyone seeing.”

“Why out back? If no one’s going to see, we might as well take her out on the front porch.”

And they did. Grayson carried her outside over his shoulder then put her down on her feet. When she was steady he positioned her over the heavy armrest of one of the pieces of outdoor furniture and spread her legs wide. He pulled on the butt plug, twisting and wiggling it in her tight asshole. With balls likely turning blue, he didn’t waste any more time. Letting the plug pop back into place, he sank his cock into her quivering body and fucked her soaked pussy until he was coming with a loud shout of pleasure, his balls happily emptying as one hot spurt after another of cum filled her pussy.

Roarke was equally eager to find relief. He all but shoved Grayson out of the way as he lined up his cock with the entrance to her pussy and pushed forward. The connected pair moaned. Marley still hadn’t come. It was obviously something she wanted badly, but they would keep it from her as long as possible.

Their lover and partner fucked her hard and fast, driving in, grinding hard into her willing body. They were both panting, sweat coating their bodies. As he had hoped, Roarke came first, leaving her body as soon as he was able.

“No!” Marley screeched, again forgetting she wasn’t to be talking. “You will get your cock back in there and finish, dammit!”

Roarke slapped her on the ass with an accompanying laugh. “We are finished. Now, remember, no talking. Are you ready to finish eating supper?”

There was a long pause. “Yes,” she whimpered, obviously strung out there on a thread of sexual desperation. “I’ll eat.”

They returned to the kitchen and she finished eating what she was offered. There was less defiance in the little glances she would throw him. She was obviously considering changing tactics. A smile tugged at his mouth. She sure was feisty. After nearly twelve hours of playing the game she was still a worthy opponent and partner.

But despite the feistiness, Grayson knew she had to be getting sore. As much as he wanted to keep playing, he knew they couldn’t. “Come on, baby. It’s going to be an early night for you. Roarke will take care of the dogs.” He lifted her up into his arms as she pouted. “That won’t work on me. Don’t worry. We’ll give you your orgasm and chocolate. You’ve been a very sexy playmate all day. You will always get your reward.”

Grayson carried Marley upstairs. While she waited on the wooden bench beside the tub, he turned the water on and added Epsom salts. When the water had reached the right level and temperature he undid the handcuffs and lifted her into his arms.

“You’ll take a nice long soak. By the time you’re finished Roarke will have your reward waiting for you.” He smiled as she leaned back. Despite showering twice that day, she obviously really appreciated soaking new aches and pains out of her muscles. “I’d join you, but I have to take care of a few things before we can finish our game.”

After he left the bedroom he went back downstairs. Roarke had brought the dogs’ beds into the house and placed them out of the way. All the dogs were stretched out, not moving a muscle. Not even an ear twitched. Obviously they’d had a good day as well. Everybody in the house seemed to have enjoyed their new playmates.

Going into the room they used as their home office, he sat down in the chair behind the huge, antique desk. Tim Macon, his deputy, answered the phone.

“Is there any sign of him yet?”

One thing he hadn’t shared with Marley was that the man from the club the night before had decided hurting her was one way to get his revenge on Grayson for arresting his worthless ass, shouting his threats as they wrestled him to get his photo and fingerprints. They had learned after he was arrested and booked at the station that he had a long history of violence against women. And it wasn’t just the women unfortunate enough to choose him to be their Dom. No, the man had begun his long and violent physical abuse of women at the tender age of thirteen when he nearly beat his mother to death when she refused to allow him to go to a party with much older boys. He was obviously unstable and very violent.

Needless to say Colt was upset about this man having gained access to his club. Grayson knew he wasn’t to blame. The man had managed to concoct an identity which had withstood scrutiny for quite some time, as he attempted to escape his violent past. The two things Colt hadn’t required, and would now, were fingerprinting and a complete background check. If anyone he didn’t know personally had a problem with it, then they wouldn’t get inside the doors of The Silver Edge.

“No, sorry, sheriff, we haven’t found any sign of him still being in town. Cherry’s out on patrol now and she has Max with her.” Max was the Schutzhund-trained German shepherd she had gotten to protect her own family when a then-unknown person had been trying to kill those closest to her. “If she comes across the guy, he won’t give her much crap with Max along. Steve and Rob are out, too.”

“Well, you call and tell her she’s not to get out of the cruiser without Max. That guy is as strong as a bull.”

“I’ll tell her.” There was a pause, and then Tim chuckled. “Uh, boss, you might want to turn the living room lights out next time you entertain on the front porch. Cherry said it was quite a show.”

“I’ll do that,” Grayson responded, feeling his skin flush hotly. Now his employees would have even more than the black eyes to rib him about. Oh well, it was never malicious. And they lived in Silver. There wasn’t much to shock the average citizen. “Let’s not spread it around town, though. I don’t want Marley embarrassed.”

“No problem, boss. My lips are sealed.”

Hanging up, Grayson went to check doors and windows, belatedly closing the drapes. He’d leave the gate open so the dogs could roam around the house. Though there was an alarm system, they would hear someone creeping around outside.

Roarke was coming out of the laundry room when he entered the kitchen. He pulled the other man into his arms, kissing him softly on his upturned mouth. “You are so sexy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, even if you aren’t as sexy as I am,” Roarke joked, sliding his hands over his ass. “I’d ask you to fuck me tonight, but can either of us get it up again?”

“Not without a little blue pill.” He kissed Roarke, lingering over the caress. He never failed to feel the love he felt for the other man swell up inside of him. They were connected for life and he was grateful every day. “Come on, babe. Let’s give our woman her reward and get her to bed.”

Turning off the lights they went upstairs, only to have Marley toss out all their good intentions as they entered the room. She was kneeling on the bed, her ass in the air and in full view of the door, her shoulders down on the mattress in a submissive posture. The blue butt plug was visible and tempting.

“I think she’s won the game,” Grayson stated hoarsely to Roarke as he began stripping off his clothes. He had intended to take a shower, but it could wait. His cock sprang free as he pushed his boxer briefs down to his ankles. “Are you sure, baby?”

Marley nodded and wiggled her delectable, heart-shaped ass.

“I think that’s a yes,” Roarke stated, stripping out of his own clothes. They went flying in all directions. “Let me take out the butt plug. You look so cute with it in your ass, baby. Do you like it?” She wiggled her shapely backside again. Both men laughed. “You like being ours, don’t you? I can see the juices running out of your pussy. Can I lick them up?”