Branding Gemma [Grizzly Pines 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

“And if I can handle you?” she asked.

“Then we’ll see where things go.”

Synclair finished with his client, accepted payment, and walked the guy to the door. After pocketing the money, he locked up and turned off the
Open
sign. He had a Cheshire grin on his face as he turned to face them.

“I was starting to think you’d chickened out,” he said.

“No, just thought I’d give you some time to work. I know you mentioned you do most of your business after one. I didn’t want to cut into too much of your time, and I wasn’t certain how late you stayed open.”

“Until midnight, sometimes later.”

“I could have come by after you closed.”

He shook his head. “Having you here is far more important than working on a few more tattoos. I’d probably just get a bunch of people wanting Flash pieces anyway. Most of the clients wanting bigger pieces schedule appointments in advance, and I don’t have anything on the schedule for the rest of the night.”

“So…” She shoved her hands behind her back and clasped her hands together. “I’m not really sure what to do in this situation.”

“Why don’t you let us lead the way?” Ryan suggested, rising to his feet. He crooked his finger at her. “Come around here, sweetheart.”

She skirted the desk and moved in close, pressing her palms to his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady, where hers was racing in anticipation of what was to come. She’d been both nervous and excited all day, thinking of little else but being with her men. And they were her men. She’d decided to keep them for as long as they’d let her.

Ryan kissed her softly, his hand sliding around the back of her neck to hold her still. When he released her, she took in a shuddering breath before turning to face Synclair. There was a glint in his eyes that told her he had wicked things planned for her.

“Panties off,” Synclair said.

Reaching under her dress, she hooked her panties with her thumbs and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. She could feel the dampness between her legs and squeezed her thighs together. Who knew having an insanely good-looking, inked guy bossing her around would be such a turn-on? And Ryan? Yeah, having him watch the whole thing just made it feel even naughtier. A glance his way showed a rather impressive bulge against the front of his gray slacks.

“Eyes on me, Gemma,” Synclair said, commanding her attention once more. His gaze raked her from head to toe, seeming to caress her breasts and hips. “Dress. Remove it.”

She took a breath to steady her nerves. Gathering the hem of her dress in her hands, she slowly lifted it, exposing her body one inch at a time. She lifted it over her head and tossed it on top of her discarded panties, standing before them completely bare. To her right, Ryan clenched his hands, as if to hold himself back from reaching for her. But Synclair…he studied her, his gaze calculating. He was very much in control.

“Sit.”

She sat on the chair behind the reception desk, the wheels sliding her across the floor a little. Synclair shook his head. In disappointment? He moved closer. When he gripped her hips, she felt her heart lurch. He tugged her ass to the edge of the chair and arranged her legs, one on either side. Tilting her chin up, he eased her back so that she reclined.

He nodded to Ryan, who pulled something purple and fuzzy out of the sack by his feet. Handcuffs?

“Do you trust us?” Synclair asked. “Do you entrust your body into our care while we see to your pleasure?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Put your arms behind you.”

She did as he commanded and Ryan moved closer, snapping the soft cuffs onto her wrists. She wiggled them and realized they were loose, but not loose enough for her to escape. Her heart beat a staccato rhythm in her chest.

“Are you ready to feel, Gemma?” Synclair asked as Ryan placed a satin sash in his hands.

“Yes,” she answered, nearly breathless from anticipation.

“What’s your safe word? If you want me to stop at any time, I need to know what word you’ll use.”

“Bunny.”

His lips quirked on one side and he gazed at her with humor for a moment, then the look was gone and the Dom was back in control. Synclair tied the sash around her head so that very little light came through and she was completely blind. Now she would have no choice but to rely on her other senses.

She heard someone rummage in the box again, Ryan she figured. A moment later, something soft and light trailed across her right nipple, making her jump. The little bud seemed to like it though and hardened even more. Moisture pooled between her legs and tingles zinged from her nipple straight to her pussy. The soft item trailed across her nipple again, circling softly, then flicking harder.

Gemma bit back a moan as her womb and pussy clenched. She wanted to squirm, but knew she’d be reprimanded for such an offense. This wasn’t her first rodeo, after all.

“Ryan, why don’t you come over here,” Synclair said. “Stand behind our sweet Gemma and hold her pussy open for me.”

Oh lord! What was he planning now? Would she survive the torture?

She felt Ryan’s presence behind her, then his arms wrapped around her as he gently spread the lips of her pussy, exposing her completely to both men. God, she’d never been on fire like this before! Her whole body ached to be touched, caressed, and kissed.

The soft fluffy thing traced up the inside of one thigh and down the other. Tense, needing to come, and wanting to beg him to play with her pussy, she bit her lip again.

Synclair chuckled. “You know, brother, I do believe our delightful Gemma is trying not to cry out. Wouldn’t her mouth look exceptionally pretty with a ball-gag in it?”

Ryan groaned. “I don’t know who you’re torturing more, her or me.”

“You’ll get your reward soon enough,” Synclair promised.

Then it happened. When she least expected it, the soft, fluffy thing stroked her pussy, brushing against her aching clit. She bit back a moan, but couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her breasts forward. It stroked her again, lightly teasing, fanning the flames of her desire. She strained against the cuffs as her body tightened, needing release.

“Syn, don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Ryan asked.

The soft thing swirled against her clit again, making her thighs shake.

“Do you need a reward, little one? Does Gemma need to come?”

“Y–Yes. Please.”

“I’ll let you come, but you don’t stop until I say so.”

What the…How was she supposed to do that? It wasn’t like she could control her orgasm. Really, she’d tried in the past and always failed.

There was a bit of rustling, and then something cool and firm teased her pussy, gliding up and down, but not quite slipping inside, where she wanted it most. There was a soft click and then she felt it vibrate. Her heart raced, knowing her orgasm was so close at hand, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to retain some semblance of control over her body. But then, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t in control of her body. Synclair was.

She didn’t have time to brace herself. One moment he was teasing her, the next he thrust the toy inside of her, pressing another piece of it against her clit. Her back bowed, her mouth opened, and the loudest cry she’d ever heard spilled from her as she came long and hard. The toy was relentless, buzzing against her clit mercilessly, making the orgasm go on and on. She felt moisture slip from her pussy and pool under her ass on the chair, and still Synclair didn’t relent. She jerked and bucked under the onslaught, not certain whether she wanted to close her thighs or spread them wider. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was the most intense experience of her sexual life.

There was a click and the vibration died down a notch. Tremors still racked her body, her pussy still throbbed, clenching and grasping at the toy inside of her. Slowly, her body relaxed, twitching every now and then as he kept her right on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ryan, why don’t you come around here,” Synclair said.

She felt Ryan move away and mourned the loss. She’d felt close to him, with his arms curving around her.

“Look to your right, Gemma.”

She faithfully turned her face in that direction. There was some whispering that she couldn’t quite catch, and then she heard a zipper slide down. Her pussy clenched again, this time in anticipation. Were they going to ditch the toy? Was one of them going to fuck her? God, she hoped so! She wanted them, so badly. Both of them!

“Open your mouth, Gemma,” Synclair commanded softly.

She did as he bade and felt the head of a cock brush against her lips. Reaching out with her tongue, she swirled it around the tip, licking up the pre-cum that was building there. If her nose didn’t deceive her, it was Ryan feeding his cock to her. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and she readily accepted him, twirling her tongue around his shaft as he eased between her lips.

“You’re going to hold still, Gemma,” Synclair said. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”

Her nipples tightened to the point of pain, his words turning her on almost as much as his actions had so far.

“Ryan, fuck her mouth. Drive your cock into her until you come. Understand?”

“Yes.” Ryan growled.

Ryan fisted her hair in his hand and fed her more of his cock. He withdrew a little before plunging inside again, this time not stopping until he touched the back of her throat. She stroked him with her tongue during every thrust, wanting to push him over the edge. She was so focused on Ryan, she’d momentarily forgotten Synclair, until he swirled the toy over her clit, making her thighs clench as more moisture leaked out of her.

As Ryan began powering in and out of her mouth, lost to his own need, Synclair clicked the button again, turning the toy on high. Shock waves of pleasure rolled over her as her pussy spasmed. A high, keening noise escaped her, and then Ryan was thrusting hard as he came, his release shooting down her throat. When he was finished, Synclair removed the toy, giving her a moment’s respite.

“Are you ready for what comes next, Gemma?” Synclair asked. “Can you guess what it is?”

“You haven’t come yet.”

He chuckled. “That’s right. I haven’t. And do you know how you’re going to make me come?”

“You’re going to fuck my pussy?”

“No, I think your pussy has seen enough action for the moment.” She felt him lean in close, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m going to fuck that delectable ass of yours. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”

“Y–Yes.” It was her deepest, darkest secret—how very much she loved to have a man’s cock in her ass.

“I’m going to uncuff you now, but you’re going to leave the blindfold on. Maybe if you’re lucky, when I’m done with this sweet ass of yours, Ryan will fuck your pussy. Seems he’s still hard.”

She felt his arms come around her and then the cuffs clinked free, clattering to the floor. Synclair helped her rise from the chair, and then he positioned her against the reception desk, her palms flat on the wood surface as he bent her over so that her ass stuck out. Her blood hummed in her veins as she thought about the orgasms she’d already had and the ones yet to come.

His palm caressed her ass cheeks, first one then the other, her skin warming to his touch. Three quick swats in rapid succession had her gasping in surprise. She felt her skin warm even more.

“My, my. Your ass pinks up so nicely, Gemma.” Synclair rubbed the globes before smacking them again. Her pussy clenched with need.

His fingers slid between her splayed legs, gathering her juices.

“Seems someone’s wet enough, I don’t think I’ll need lube this time. I’ll just use your own sweet nectar.” He leaned close, his chest brushing her back. “Do you know how I’m going to do that?”

“How?”

“I’m going to fill this pussy with my cock,” he said, patting the wet lips gently. “Then when my cock is good and wet, I’m going to work it into your ass. You’re going to look so pretty stretched around my big, fat cock. I could damn near come just thinking about it. Are you going to squeeze my cock well, Gemma? Are you going to be nice and tight for me?”

She moaned, unable to respond. God, she wished he’d quit teasing her and take her already!

“First, maybe I should prep this pretty hole, don’t you think?” he crooned in her ear.

His fingers dipped inside her pussy, coating them with her cream. Then he circled her rosette, toying with her, slowly easing first one finger inside of her then another. It burned, but it felt so damn good. When he added a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her for his cock, she pressed back against him, wanting more.

“Mmm. My, but someone seems eager,” Synclair said. “Doesn’t she seem eager, Ryan?”

“Yeah, she does.”

Synclair pulled away from her and she heard him unfasten his pants. His hands gripped her hips as he lifted her onto her toes, the head of his cock brushing against her pussy. He played with her, sliding the head back and forth along her folds, bumping against her sensitive clit. He pressed forward, his cock breaching her. Oh lord! He’d said he had a big, fat cock, but she’d thought he was just blustering. As the head eased inside of her, the walls of her pussy stretched tight around his shaft, swallowing him whole until he bottomed out inside of her. Gods! She’d never felt so full before! It was pleasure mixed with the bite of pain. How the hell he was going to fit in her ass, she didn’t know, but there was no doubt he would try.