A Merry Little Kinkmas [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  A pool-sex threesome was easy-peasy in comparison.

  After they finished stripping her, Cris sat on the second step, his cock hard and ready. She straddled his lap, her eyes dropping closed as the thick length of his cock slid inside her pussy.

  “Lean against him, love,” Landry ordered.

  She did. Cris spread his legs, forcing hers wider apart. She moaned when she felt Landry’s finger applying lube to her rim, slowly working it in, one finger, then two, making sure she was ready for him before he lubed his cock and pressed the thick knob of the head against her ass.

  “Oh, my love,” he whispered in her ear. “How I do so love fucking this sweet ass of yours.”

  “What about my ass?” Cris teased.

  “I love fucking your ass, too, slave,” he said. “But this isn’t about your ass tonight. This is about hers.”

  Tilly was ready when Landry pressed forward, slowly working his cock inside her. She bit down on Cris’ shoulder to stifle her moan of pleasure when Landry whispered in her ear, trigging her first orgasm.

  Both men softly laughed. “Such a good girl,” Landry said, switching to French. “Our little pet will come several times before we do.”

  Cris also switched to French, nearly as fluent in it as Landry after his total number of years spent serving the man. Tilly wasn’t quite as adept, but knew enough to understand.

  Landry took a couple of slow strokes inside her ass, triggering her, making her orgasm around their cocks and derailing any powers of coherent thought that might have still remained in her brain. She loved the way they filled her, stretched her, that slightly pinchy burn that always brought so damn much pleasure.

  Moving as one, the men left the steps, Tilly’s legs now wrapped around Cris’ waist. Landry had her lean back against him, supported both by him and the comfortably warm pool water. Cris played with her clit with his fingers while Landry pinched her nipples and built her up toward her next orgasm.

  One thing Landry knew well was her body. The other was how to use erotic hypnosis and NLP to control her. It never would have happened if she didn’t trust him, but fortunately for her, she did.

  And he always managed to blow her mind.

  “Beg us for it, my love,” Landry sternly ordered, still speaking French. “Beg us to let you come.”

  She switched to French, too. “Please, Master, let me come.”

  “Not good enough, my love. You know what we want to hear.”

  Fucking sadist!

  Her heart pounded, loving this, loving both of them for knowing her so well and pushing her into that beautiful, blissful subspace. “Please fuck my ass, Master, while Cris fucks my pussy.”

  “Better, but not quite good enough yet. Explain to us why we should let you come.”

  Oh…shit.

  Landry was really feeling his sadistic oats tonight. And she knew even before she spoke the words what this would lead to.

  And she didn’t even care.

  “Please let me come, Master. I’ll be a good girl this week. My ass and pussy will always be available for both of you, any time you want them.”

  “What do you think, Cris?” Landry asked him. “Do you think we should let her come?”

  Cris tweaked her clit with his thumb and finger, making her cry out but still not quite enough to get her over again. “I don’t know, Master. She hasn’t had a naked week in a while.”

  Her pulse throbbed even harder than her clit. Naked week in their house meant the men would keep her naked, collared, and cuffed, and she’d basically spend the next several days being used by them, her men keeping her either horny or coming, when she wasn’t asleep. She knew they’d taken off the next couple of weeks from work, but she hadn’t thought…

  Oh, boy. The sneaky bastards have been planning behind my back.

  Dammit, she loved them so fucking much for it.

  Her pussy throbbed around Cris’ cock impaling her, aching, wanting to be fucked.

  “Please let me have a naked week, Master,” she begged. “Please give your girl a naked week.”

  Landry’s fingers pinched her nipples even harder, making her cry out. “I think a naked week is a fair exchange for making my lovely girl come. Don’t you, Cris?”

  He snickered. “Yes, Master. I concur.”

  “Very well, love.” He nipped the side of her neck, by her ear, then whispered in her ear, “Come for us.”

  Tilly’s body arched between them, her mind so far beyond caring who saw her getting DP’d in Seth and Leah’s pool it didn’t even blip her radar. All she cared about was the acute, agonizing pleasure sweeping through her, the way her body squeezed the cocks in her pussy and her ass, the relief at finally being allowed to come again.

  But now that he’d started her coming, Landry wasn’t about to let her stop. Every time she’d catch her breath, either he or Cris would start fucking her and Landry would fire her trigger again, forcing another orgasm out of her until she lay limp and gasping between them, supported by them and the water.

  “Cris, you may come,” Landry said.

  Almost immediately, Cris’ fingers dug deep into her ass as he fucked her, exploding inside her.

  Landry grabbed her waist and started fucking her. “My turn, love,” he said, taking a few last thrusts until he came, his cock pumping his cum deep into her ass.

  Tilly kept her eyes closed, her head resting on Cris’ shoulder, both men still inside her but their cocks softening. Landry wrapped his arms around both of them and guided them toward the stairs again.

  “I’m thinking we need a pool of our own,” Landry said, back to speaking English.

  Tilly chuckled. “Why? You don’t need one at home to fuck me there,” she said. The pleasant aches and pains following a tag-team session like this were starting to set in.

  Oh, hell.

  She’d agreed to a naked week.

  Well, on the bright side, it’ll mean less laundry to do.

  Chapter Sixteen

  By three o’clock in the morning, pretty much everyone had either left or was packing their things to leave. Seth, Sully, and Mac helped Askel break down and load the suspension frame into his truck, while Mallory and Clarisse helped Leah with the clean up.

  Which, actually, wasn’t bad. Their group had a habit of cleaning up after themselves. The worst part was figuring out what to do with the leftover food people brought but didn’t take back with them, and what to wrap it with or put it in.

  Once everyone else had left, and Sully, Mac, and Clarisse were settled in the guest room, Leah walked out onto the lanai, sat on the edge of the pool, and let her legs dangle in the warm water.

  She heard Seth open the sliders from the kitchen, hesitate, and then walk out to join her.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She leaned back. Sure enough, there he stood right behind her, supporting her. “I’m thinking about taking a swim.”

  “A swim?”

  She looked up. “You know, like a bath, only without the soap?”

  He frowned. Belatedly, she realized why. “Not for that,” she added. “For fun. To relax.”

  “Oh.” He laughed. “Glad I upped the chlorine levels in both it and the hot tub this week. Wouldn’t want to use a black light around this place right now.”

  She laughed and patted the edge of the pool deck next to her. He sat.

  “I’m not a fragile egg,” she said, digging straight to the heart of the matter. “Not anymore. You both strengthened me. You and Kaden.” She laced her fingers through his. “Today was a long, fun day and night. I just want to unwind some before we go to bed now that everyone’s gone.” She brought his hand up to her lips, kissing it. “Want to join me in a little skinny dipping?”

  He finally chuckled, his tension fully breaking. “A skinny-dip sounds good.”

  She stood, stripped, and dove into the deep end. By the time she popped to the surface, Seth was cannonballing into the water a few feet from her.

  He swam o
ver, engulfing her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he said. “You know that, right?”

  “I do. And that’s one of the countless reasons I love you. Now shut up, Sir, and fuck your slave’s brains out. You promised me happiness for Christmas. And since it’s after midnight, it’s also my birthday now, so that should go double.”

  “There you go topping from the bottom again,” he joked. But she felt his cock harden against her.

  Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and guided it inside her pussy. “Like you mind.”

  He kissed her. “Not in this case, I don’t.”

  His hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping her cheeks in his hands as he fucked her in the warm water. Leah draped her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes.

  “Are you sad that we can’t have kids?” she asked.

  He froze. “Where did that come from?”

  “I was just thinking about Essie’s news. It’s not fair to you that I can’t.”

  “In all honesty, considering my past track record, I’m glad I don’t have kids with my exes. And I’m not about to force you to undergo medical procedures.”

  “We could adopt.”

  “Seriously, Leah. Do we need to have a discussion about this? I haven’t changed my mind, but if you have, you need to tell me so we can discuss it and make plans. We’re not getting any younger.”

  She studied his face. “I’m okay not having kids. Especially not now. I know that might make me selfish, but I’m good with it. But if you wanted them—”

  He kissed her, hard, crushing, silencing her. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, he whispered, “No. Call me selfish, too, but I have you. I’m good with that.”

  She knew he’d never lie to her. “Okay. Good.” She traced his lips with a finger. “Just wanted to make sure.”

  “I’m sure.”

  Draping her arms over his shoulders again, she bumped her hips against his. “Then carry on, Sir.”

  “I don’t think I will ever understand the female species.”

  “I don’t think men were meant to. That’s what makes life so interesting.”

  “Not the first word I would have picked, but suuure.” He tempered that with a playful smile, his hands once again tightly gripping her ass as he took a slow stroke inside her.

  “We live in interesting times.”

  “I think that was a Chinese curse or something, wasn’t it?” Another stroke. “And do I need to order you to stop talking and enjoy your fucking?”

  “I always enjoy it when you fuck me, Sir.”

  “Then why are you still talking?”

  She smiled. “Skills test.”

  He laughed, walking them over toward the stairs. “I think a change in position is called for.” He pulled out, turned her around so she could brace herself on the pool steps, then slid his cock into her again from behind. With a firm grip on her hips, he started fucking her. “How’s that?”

  “Mmm, what?”

  “Better, obviously, if I’m derailing your train of thought.” He reached around her and found her clit with his fingers. “How about we totally blow the tracks?”

  “Ohh…” Her eyes fell closed as Seth’s talented fingers quickly drove her toward release. He always had that effect on her.

  “That’s better,” he said, chuckling, knowing full well what he was doing to her.

  When she tipped over the edge and started coming, he waited a moment before grabbing her hips, fucking her, wanting to finish with her, or close to it. His pounding strokes only prolonged her own pleasure, driving her into one last delicious orgasm that left her trying to catch her breath after Seth fell still inside her.

  His fingers trailed down her spine. “Better?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  He pulled her up against him and sank into the water until just their heads were still exposed. With his arms securely wrapped around her, he nibbled on the side of her neck. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I love you. And happy birthday.”

  Closing her eyes, peace settled over her. “I love you, too, Sir. Merry Christmas.”

  “John and Abbey are having the Valentine’s Day party at their house.”

  “They are, are they?”

  “Yes,” Seth said, nibbling the side of her neck. “And apparently there’s going to be a rigging contest.”

  She giggled. “Oh, reeeally?”

  “Really.” The nipping turned to a delicious graze of his teeth against her flesh. “I think I need to practice.”

  “Do you, now?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Be prepared to spend some quality time with our ropes over the next few weeks.”

  She snuggled tightly against him. “Looking forward to it, Sir.”

  “You say that now.”

  “I’ll say that later, too.”

  “I don’t know. You might get tired of me tying you up.”

  “I haven’t yet, Sir.”

  “You weren’t listening to some of the trash talk already going on. I think Scrye’s determined to win it.”

  She giggled again. “Then I guess we’ll just have to give him a run for his money, won’t we?”

  He froze. “Ooh.”

  “What?”

  “I just had a really evil idea.”

  “What?”

  “You haven’t had a chance to do any rigging in a long time.”

  She smiled. “Ooh.”

  “See?”

  “Yeah. I like that plan.”

  He went silent for a moment. “Did you really like the bracelets?” he asked.

  She kissed him, deeply, slowly, before answering. “I love them, Sir. Thank you.”

  “You’re not upset about me springing the birthday stuff on you?”

  “No, Sir. I’m glad you did.” She trailed her fingers down his cheek, across the light dusting of stubble starting to form along his jaw. “Maybe next year I won’t fight you if you wanted to throw me a birthday party.”

  His broad smile melted her heart. “Thank you, love. That would be a fantastic early Christmas gift for me.”

  They eventually headed for the pool stairs again, grabbing towels from the cabinet out there and collecting their discarded clothes from the patio. As Leah glanced over her shoulder at the placid pool, she gave silent thanks to Kaden’s control-freak mind for insisting on putting it in when they’d built the house. She’d swam countless hours in it, especially during, and after—

  She nipped that line of thought in the bud.

  That was not what tonight was supposed to be about.

  Thank you, Master. You took excellent care of this slave. I promise to always make You proud of me.

  She followed Seth through the sliders into their bedroom and locked the door behind her.

  THE END

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