Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

“Why the elbow restraints?”

“To leave you completely at the mercy of your dom, of course.”

“Something tells me that I am anyway.”

“Would you have it any other way?” Nick frowned. “If you have any doubts at all, you don’t have to do this.”

“No.” Paige held his gaze and slowly ran her tongue across her lower lip. “I want to.”

“Thank God for that!” Nick rummaged in the closet, found a pair of mules with four-inch heels, and helped Paige into them. “Right, come on then, let’s give the gourmet chef the shock of his life.”

“He doesn’t know about this karada thing?”

“Nope, he has something planned for downstairs. He must have because his instructions for the skirt and panties were quite specific. The karada was my idea.”

“Okay then, stud.” She ran her eyes the length of Nick’s body. As always he was wearing cargo shorts, no shirt, no shoes, and a massive erection. “Let’s make an entrance.”

She linked her arm through his, and they slowly descended the stairs. Her heels tapping on the wooden slats caused Isaac to glance up from the kitchen directly below. He took one look at Paige and dropped the spoon he’d been stirring a pot with. It clattered to the tiled floor, splashing sauce over his bare feet. If it was hot he didn’t appear to notice.

“Christ!” he said, running a hand through his hair, his tongue practically hanging out.

“I think he approves,” Nick said, smirking.

Paige squared her shoulders and thrust her bound tits further out, proud that they were her own and that they were so firm. Gaze locked on Isaac’s face, she walked slowly toward him, swaying her hips. Nick hung back, watching the show.

“Evening,” she said casually. “What’s for dinner?”

Isaac threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Who gives a shit?”

“I do. I’m hungry, and you boys promised to feed me.”

“Oh, we’ll satisfy your hungers.” Isaac stood mere inches from her, his eyes lingering on her breasts like he’d never seen a half-naked woman before. The searing heat from his gaze was all it took for her nipples to stand to attention. “All of them,” he added softly.

“Glad to hear it.”

She tore her gaze from his face and wandered farther into the room. Isaac pulled a bottle of champagne from a cooler and expertly popped the cork. He filled three flutes with the sparkling liquid and handed them round.

“To a satisfactory evening,” he said, chuckling as he clinked glasses with them both.

“I’ll drink to that,” Nick said.

“And me.” Paige took a healthy slug of her drink. The bubbles went up her nose, causing her to sneeze.

“Your tits bounce when you sneeze,” Nick pointed out. “It’s sexy as hell.”

“Like that do you?” Paige used the hand not holding her glass to massage one of her breasts, playfully tweaking the nipple. Both men inhaled sharply, but it was Isaac who slapped her thigh through the denim of her skirt, forcing her to stop.

“Behave!”

“Sorry.”

He glowered at her. “Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, sir,” she said meekly.

“That’s better.”

She’d only ever played the submissive with Ellie and Nick, but Paige instinctively knew that was what Isaac expected of her now. She was more than ready to go along with him—she rather liked being dominated by a forceful male—just so long as he kept that sexy smile that promised so much directed exclusively at her.

“I’ve got something for you,” Isaac said.

Nick grinned. “Told you so.”

“Come over here.”

Paige followed Isaac to the other side of the room.

“Lean over that counter,” he said brusquely.

Paige did so, conscious of Isaac’s skilled fingers pulling her panties aside and squirting lube over her buttocks. He rubbed it gently against her anus, sliding a slick finger inside.

“She’s fucking soaking already,” Isaac said. “She’ll have to be punished for that.”

“Want me to fetch a paddle?” Nick asked.

“No, later.”

Isaac removed his finger, and Paige felt something being inserted in its place.

“What is it, sir? What are you putting inside me?”

Isaac didn’t answer. Instead he gently inserted the object deeper. Apparently satisfied that she’d taken it all, she felt straps being tightened and her panties being put back.

“Okay, you can straighten up now.” Paige did so and gasped. “Exactly.” The two men exchanged a grin. “It’s a slender anal twister, made of soft jelly and contoured to fit your ass. The straps ought to keep it in place, especially as you’ll just be sitting down for dinner, but the panties are an added precaution. How does it feel?”

Paige sighed. “Wonderful. Warm and liquid.”

“As your body warms it more, it’ll feel even better.”

“Am I to wear it all through dinner, sir?” she asked. “You want me to sit with you with my tits bound in rope and a plug up my butt?”

“Yep. The plug will dilate your ass, readying it for my cock later,” Isaac said as he headed back to the kitchen, appearing to finally recall that he was supposed to be in charge of the cooking. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Put a towel across her seat, will you, Nick? Her cunt’s already leaking like a river in full flow, and we don’t want more upholstery ruined.”

“Don’t be hard on her, mate. She can’t help it if she’s turned on by us.”

Isaac looked directly at her. “She doesn’t know the meaning of hard yet. She has no fucking idea what we’re capable of, but she’ll learn before this evening’s out.”

Paige offered him an innocent smile, like they could be discussing the weather, and moved cautiously about the room, sipping at her drink. She was worried that the plug would slip but discovered that moving intensified the sensation from the warm jelly. As it surged through her she felt almost desperate. Did she really have to wait? Surely one of them would… She didn’t dare ask, but if she rubbed her thighs together it would probably be enough to make her come then and there.

“Don’t even think about it,” Isaac said severely.

What, he’s a mind reader now?

They sat at the table, and Isaac served the appetizer. Both men were bare chested, and she drank in the sight of them—Nick with his dirty-blond hair and dirtier mind, his chest completely free of hair, his muscles rippling beneath his dark tan. Isaac with his black hair falling almost to his shoulders, his eyes dark with anticipation, his chest as impressive as Nick’s but coated with a light dusting of curly black hair. She loved and wanted them both. She wiggled her ass on her seat and was rewarded with a bolt of sensation from the butt plug. How much better would it feel when Isaac replaced it with his massive cock? She shuddered, wondering how she could possibly wait a moment longer to find out. Aware that she had no choice, she attempted to quell her impatience.

“I’m really up for this,” she said softly.

Both men glanced up at her and smiled. She hadn’t realized that she’d spoken aloud but didn’t feel embarrassed because she’d articulated her need. She could see that same need reflected in their expressions.

“Before we start to play,” Paige said, toying with the delicious smoked salmon and avocado mousse on her plate, “please tell me what you meant earlier, Isaac, about amateur sleuthing.”

“Yeah, I guess we need to get that out of the way.” He paused to take a sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair, a reflective expression on his handsome face. “Weir’s stuck between a rock and a hard place on this case. He’s pretty sure one of those three killed Ellie but doesn’t have a hope in hell of proving it unless he gets lucky and breaks one of their alibis. If he doesn’t do that before word of Ellie’s other life gets out in the press then he’s dead meat.”

“Because the press will speculate that one of her sexual partners did the deed?” Paige surmised.

“Right. We know that is almost certainly not the case, but if Weir subsequently gets enough to arrest one of his suspects, a conviction would be that much harder to bring about because a good defense lawyer would cast aspersions about Ellie’s life, make it—”

“We can’t let that happen,” Paige said firmly. “She’s the victim here.”

“Too right we can’t,” agreed Nick. “But what can we do about it?”

“I reckon Weir knows all about the cameras in this house. He probably wants us to invite the suspects back here, one by one, give them a subtle grilling, and catch anything they say in glorious Technicolor.”

“See if they say something to us that they wouldn’t to the police?” Nick leaned his chin in his cupped hand as if he was thinking it through. “That might work.”

“Yes,” Isaac agreed. “I can’t think why else he was so open with us. Only thing is, none of them will talk to all of us.”

Paige sighed. “Because there would be an independent witness if they let something slip?”

“Yep, but they might talk to just one of us.”

“Which one?” Nick asked.

“Well, Melanie likes girls—”

“And Talbot’s a dog. He’s already got the hots for Paige.”

Paige was conscious of both men looking at her. “You want me to be a seductress?” she asked.

“Hell no!” Nick and Isaac both sprang to their feet, their chairs crashing to the tiled floor, but it was Nick who spoke. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Even so, I’ll do it, if that’s what it takes to find Ellie’s murderer.”

Isaac scowled. “The hell you will. You said yourself that Talbot gave you the creeps.”

“I can handle him.”

Isaac’s scowl deepened. “It’s him handling you that I’m worried about.”

“That won’t happen.”

“What about Mike?” Nick asked. “I can understand Melanie and Talbot having incentive enough to come here for cocktails if Paige invites them, but what would induce Mike?”

“I’ll invite him for a chat about the company. We can’t talk openly about the interim arrangements in the office. Walls have ears.”

“As opposed to the cameras we have here,” Paige said, giggling.

“Quite.”

“I’m surprised that Ellie didn’t have a camera in her office,” Paige mused. “Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“She enjoyed recording her exploits in this house,” Nick said. “But otherwise she was quite a private person.”

“Mike and I are dividing Ellie’s duties between us until such time as the directors can elect one of us to the job,” Isaac told them. “Out of respect for Ellie, we don’t want to get into that until after her funeral.”

“Quite right,” Paige said, nodding.

Nick looked at her for a moment without speaking. He’d never had such powerful feelings for any woman before, and she was slowly driving him out of his mind. Calmly sitting there with her tits bound and Isaac’s plug up her butt, offering to seduce other men—and women—in order to solve their friend’s murder, Paige’s courage filled him with respect and raging lust.

And outrage.

It simply wasn’t going to happen, even if he had to bind her to a bed and keep her there until all this was over. He’d share her with Isaac tonight. He was looking forward to taking her cunt while Isaac fucked her ass. Just anticipating the moment was a real turn-on. But Isaac was the exception to the rule. He was damned if this Talbot character, or anyone else, would get their greasy hands on the woman he’d privately entertained strong feelings for since he first met her a year or more ago.

“All right,” Paige said in a reasonable tone, addressing her remark to Isaac. “You can get Mike to come here. Then what? Are you going to seduce him to get him to open up to you?”

“She has a point,” Nick said grudgingly.

“Damn!” Moodily, Isaac removed the appetizer plates and put the finishing touches to the main course. Nick excused himself for five minutes and returned just as Isaac served up. “Mike will know that Paige is staying here,” he said, placing seared duck breast in front of them both. “I suggest that she comes home about an hour after Mike arrives. I’ll then get called away to see a client as an emergency. I’ll have plied Mike with liquor in the meantime, so maybe you’ll be able to get him talking, Paige.”

“Consider it done.” She giggled. “Shall I wear this outfit?”

Isaac thumped the table. “Be serious.”

She flashed an innocent smile that was enough to get her spanked then and there. “I was.”

“We’re talking about a possible murderer here, not fucking Peter Pan. If he even suspects that you’re on to him, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

“I’ll be here,” Nick said, striving for a calm tone that belied his anxiety. Paige would do this, whatever they said to deter her, so it was probably better to let her do it on their terms. “In the room off the garage where all the controls for the cameras are. Keep all your guests in this room, Paige, same place you were with Isaac this afternoon. I’ll have a full-on view of everything that happens and will be able to ride to the rescue if I’m needed.”

Isaac grunted. “We’ll both be in there for all three visits, and I’ll take pleasure in shoving Talbot’s teeth down his throat if he tries it on.”