Branding Gemma [Grizzly Pines 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (23 page)

Isaac popped up from the table. “Can I, Daddy?”

“You bet. Ms. Elodie already told me she was coming by so I have a bag packed for you already, including your favorite stuffed bear. It’s on your bed.”

Isaac took off out of the kitchen and Gemma heard his steps pounding up the stairs.

“Why do I feel like something is going on?” Gemma asked.

Ryan smiled. “Now that you’re all better, we wanted some alone time with you. Elodie was kind enough to offer to babysit.”

“It’s good practice,” Elodie said. “Besides, Isaac is a good little boy. He’s no trouble.”

Gemma pushed her plate away. “The three of you planned this?”

“While you were out riding this morning,” Elodie said. “It’s part of why I urged you to come cook for them tonight. I had to find a way to get you here.”

“Devious,” Gemma said. “I like it.”

Isaac came running back into the room with his tote bag in his hands. “I’m ready!”

Elodie swung him up into her arms.

“Put him down!” Gemma said. “You aren’t supposed to be lifting anything heavy, or have you forgotten.”

Elodie blushed and put him back down. “I can’t help it. He’s just so cute.”

Isaac tugged on Elodie’s shirt. “Why aren’t you supposed to pick me up, Ms. Elodie?”

Gemma raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if Elodie would announce her condition. She knew the whole family knew about it already. It was just a matter of telling their friends, and Synclair and Ryan definitely counted as Elodie’s friends. They’d even become close with her brothers after all of those visits to the ranch to see her while she was laid up. Even after she was able to get around, as long as she didn’t overdo it, they still came by almost daily. She hadn’t been allowed to drive, in case it pulled on her side, but her brothers had dropped her off at the tattoo studio a few times.

“I’m pregnant,” Elodie said. “Not everyone knows yet, but you’re close enough to family that I can tell you.”

Isaac’s face scrunched up. “What does that mean?”

Elodie knelt in front of him. “It means I’m going to have a baby.”

“Oh.” He smiled. “Good. I’ll have someone to play with.”

Everyone laughed and Elodie gave him a hug. She rose and took his hand, heading toward the front door.

“Have fun,” she called over her shoulder. “I’ll bring him home around noon tomorrow.”

Gemma heard the front door close and looked at her men. If they’d orchestrated this, then they must have something in mind. The question was what. Would she finally get to have both of them at the same time? She didn’t understand why they were holding back. Yes, they were both larger than anyone she’d been with before. She knew she could handle it. If only they’d give her a chance to prove it.

“Why don’t we let our food settle and watch a movie?” Ryan suggested.

She cut her eyes that way. “I seem to remember another movie that didn’t go so well. I think we lasted a half hour.”

“That’s long enough,” Synclair said. “We have plans for you though that don’t include you getting sick because you’re too full.”

Now that sounded interesting. She wanted to ask what plans, but figured they wouldn’t tell her. Let them have their secret. She’d find out soon enough what was going on, and she was certain she was going to enjoy it.

Gemma curled up on the sofa between Ryan and Synclair and watched the movie they put on, but she wasn’t really paying attention to it. Her body was too hyper-aware of the men sitting on either side of her. Synclair had his arm stretched out behind her, playing with her hair, while Ryan had rested his hand on her thigh. She felt the burn of his palm through her jeans, her pussy growing slick as she thought about his hands on her without her clothes on.

She only lasted about twenty minutes into the movie before she jumped to her feet. Ryan looked at her with raised eyebrows and Synclair smirked.

“Going somewhere?” Synclair asked.

“Yes. I’m going to go upstairs to undress, and the two of you are more than welcome to join me. It will be much more pleasurable with you upstairs, but I’m more than capable of satisfying myself if it comes to that.”

Synclair growled. “Not under our roof, you won’t.”

Before either of them could stand, she took off for the stairs, running up them. Synclair caught up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. Picking her up, he carried her to the mysterious closed door. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked it, then pushed the door open. He carried her inside before setting her down on her feet. Gemma’s eyes went wide as she took in the room. From reading erotic romances, some of them on the kinky side, she recognized the spanking bench and the St. Andrew’s Cross. There was something else vaguely shaped like a W that she wasn’t too sure about, some sort of padded table, a king-sized bed, and two cabinets bolted to the wall. She could only imagine what lay inside of them.

“You’ve wondered what was in this room. Now you know.” Synclair smiled at her. “Ready to run yet?”

She looked around again before returning her gaze to his. “No. I’ve never done this before though. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Ryan came into the room. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t disappoint us if you tried. If any time you aren’t excited and having fun, you let us know and we’ll stop.”

“What’s your safe word?” Synclair asked.

She thought about it a moment. “Tattoo.”

“Strip,” Synclair demanded.

She pulled her tee over her head and dropped it on the floor at her feet. Gemma reached for the button of her jeans and paused.

“Are you going to undress, too?” she asked.

“We didn’t give you permission to speak.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, hell no. I didn’t agree to be your slave. I’ll play with your toys, but if you think I’m going to bow my head and keep quiet, you’d best think again. My submissiveness only goes so far.”

Ryan chuckled. “Very well. You may speak. Besides, I’m looking forward to your cries of pleasure.”

She swallowed hard. What could she say to that? Gemma finished undressing and stood in front of them, uncertain of what she should do next. She watched as Synclair and Ryan slowly stripped out of their clothes, letting them fall to the floor in the doorway. Both were turned on, their cocks were hard and begging for attention. She wondered what they would say or do if she fell to her knees to pleasure both of them.

“Ever had someone use a flogger on you?” Ryan asked, the heat in his eyes nearly scorching her.

“N-No. Does it hurt?”

“Depends on how it’s used,” he said. “We won’t do anything to hurt you though. You have my word, Gemma. We’re going to bring you pleasure, but no pain. After tonight, you can decide how far you want to go next time. And before you ask, none of the items in the cabinets have been used before. We tossed out everything we owned before you and bought all new stuff.”

“And the furniture?” she asked.

He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged. “It’s kind of pricey to replace the furniture, but everything has been cleaned extremely well. Syn was in here earlier disinfecting everything. Not that we’ve used it lately! He just wanted to make sure it was extra clean for you.”

She nodded then looked around the room again. “Where do you want me?”

“St. Andrew’s Cross,” Ryan said. He looked at Synclair. “Assuming you don’t have a problem with me going first.”

Synclair shook his head. “I can still have fun while you do your thing. Then it’s my turn.”

Ryan placed his hands on Gemma’s waist, turned her, and walked her across the room to the cross. With her facing it, he shackled her hands to the top.

“Do I need to fasten your ankles to the bottom? Or will you be a good girl and stand still?” he asked.

“I’ll be still,” she promised. She’d never been bound with anything other than rope and regular handcuffs before. She wasn’t scared, just a little nervous. All of this was so new to her, and despite what Ryan said, she was still afraid she’d disappoint them in some way. What if she didn’t like it?

She heard Ryan move across the room and open a cabinet. She couldn’t see Synclair and wasn’t sure if he was standing behind her or if he’d gone to the cabinet, too. What on earth were they getting? After the talk about flogging, she assumed Ryan was getting a flogger. She’d never seen one in person and wondered what it looked like. Gemma had done enough reading to know there were different kinds.

She felt something caress her spine. Then Ryan draped the flogger over her shoulder. It was purple and the little leather strips felt soft against her skin. She still felt a little apprehensive, but she would trust Ryan. If he said he wouldn’t hurt her, then she believed he wouldn’t.

Synclair came around the other side of the cross and faced her. He held something in his hands and she couldn’t see what it was. His palm cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed her nipple. When it stood erect, he clipped something to it. She was momentarily stunned, but it didn’t hurt. There was a slight sting as he attached another one to her other nipple. Mostly she just felt pressure, and it wasn’t exactly a bad thing. If the moisture gathering on the lips of her pussy was any indication, her body enjoyed it.

Ryan slid the flogger from her shoulder and stepped back. She felt the ends of it swish over her back, then move lower and tease her ass. He did several swipes like that, but the flogger hit her a little harder. It still didn’t even so much as sting. If anything, the slight feel of the little strips against her skin were just heightening other sensations, like the throbbing in her nipples and pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” Synclair whispered in her ear. “I bet you’re nice and wet. Are you ready to beg for his cock, Gemma? Do you want us both to pleasure you?”

She whimpered and more moisture gathered between her thighs. As Ryan used a little more force, it stung slightly, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. When he stopped, she felt him step up behind her, and then his lips touched the middle of her back.

“It’s your turn, Syn.” She felt Ryan step away from her, the cool air greeting her back.

Synclair came around behind her, unfastening her wrists. He took her hand and let her over to the padded table. He moved behind her again and lifted her so that she sat on her knees on the cool leather surface. With a gentle hand, he pushed her down so that her cheek pressed against the bench and her ass was in the air.

Something cool dribbled between her ass cheeks and she knew he’d just squeezed some lube onto her heated skin. His finger swirled around her rosette before easing into her tight hole. After a few thrusts, he added another digit.

“So tight,” he murmured. “Do you want Ryan to take you here?”

“Yes.”

“In a little bit. I have something else in mind right now.”

Something probed her rosette and she felt a toy sliding into her. It was small at the tip and wider at the base, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable, hadn’t stretched her near as much as one of her guys would. As she adjusted to it, it whirred to life, vibrations rocketing through her. She gasped and fought the urge to squirm.

“Feel good, baby?” Synclair asked.

“So good,” she said softly.

He helped her climb off the table and bent her over the end. Spreading her legs, he brushed her slick lips, teasing her clit. Synclair trailed kisses down her spine and back up, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“You. I want to feel you inside me. I
need
to feel you inside me.”

“Do you want me nice and slow? Do you want me to draw it out, keeping you right at the edge? Or do you want it hard, fast, and deep?”

“Both. I want both.”

She heard the rip of a condom wrapper then she felt his cock slide between her legs. He teased her with it, sliding it along the lips of her pussy before retreating then surging forward again. The head of his cock bumped against her clit and she found herself pushing back against him, silently begging him to enter her.

Synclair’s hand slid up her ribs to cup her breasts. He tweaked the nipple clamps, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. Her body felt overheated and overly sensitive. If he were to play with her clit or, God forbid use a vibrator on it, she’d go off like a rocket. Finally, he entered her. There was a slight burn as she adjusted to his size, but it felt oh, so good.

As Synclair began a slow, teasing rhythm, she was vaguely aware of Ryan rummaging in the cabinets. She wanted him to be a part of this, but knew it was only fair that Synclair got her to himself after Ryan had a chance to play, even if he hadn’t given her what she wanted. The large hands caressing her were setting her nerve endings on fire.

His cock slid in and out of her and she gripped the table, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to beg, to plead for him to let her come, but he seemed content to keep her on the edge. Her pussy tingled and pulsed as he shifted and plunged deeper inside of her. The friction was almost more than she could bear and she wanted to cry in frustration.

“Do you want more, sweet Gemma?” he asked his lips brushing against her shoulder in a gentle kiss.

“Yes! More! I want more!”