Leah's Triplet Mates [The Cat Burglars 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  She went still as he touched her, but once again he had no sense of fear from her. He could smell her skin and there was no sign of the aroma terror gave off.

  One glance at Saxon showed that his brother didn’t approve of him touching her, but he hadn’t said anything either, so it was all good.

  Together they walked her across the dungeon to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. This time it was Saxon who untied her wrists and Bram who pulled her tight sweater and T-shirt off her body, taking care not to dislodge the blindfold as he did.

  Saxon rubbed her shoulders to loosen any muscles strained from having had her arms behind her back for a while, and then they each locked one of her wrists onto the chains, holding her positioned so she could stand with her feet flat on the floor.

  Saxon went across to the wall and brought back a spreader bar and they locked her ankles into it. That would make it much harder for her to kick them. Poor Saxon’s balls must still be hurting him.

  The door opened, and Hardy arrived. He took one look at the woman, grinned, and pulled his own sweater and shirt off. Hardy walked to the wall and unhooked his favorite whip, flicking it through the air several times in quick succession. Suddenly Bram’s clothing was much too tight. He stripped naked and tugged on his cock while staring at the woman. Hurriedly he walked across to the equipment drawer and pulled out a knife.

  Then he returned and stood, resting his body against the woman’s back. She could feel his thick, hard dick. He knew that from the way her body tensed against his. He gripped the side of her panties and pulled them away from her body and handed the knife to Hardy.

  “You won’t need these anymore.” Hardy sliced the knife through the fabric, cutting it at both hips so the underwear dropped to her feet in two pieces.

  “No one here will rape you. We don’t take a woman against her will. We never have, and we never will, but quite soon, I expect you’ll be begging us to fuck you. All of us. There are three men here, and we like to share a woman, especially one as fascinating and intriguing as you,” said Bram, wiggling his hard, aching dick against her ass.

  Bram moved away, and Hardy stepped up behind her. “But first you need to be punished for destroying my car. It’s going to cost a shitload of money to repair the window and both taillights. If you were a man, I’d beat you so it really hurt. Since you’re a woman, I plan to whip you until you’re begging for an orgasm. Begging us to fuck you. And instead of letting you come, I’ll deny you that release.”

  Hardy was a master with the whip. He genuinely did know how to whip a sub until their skin was fiery hot with desire. Bram had watched him do it before but never to someone who’d gotten away with as much as this woman had. Always in the past the woman had asked to be whipped. This woman hadn’t, but Bram promised himself he’d ensure she finished up enjoying this session, even if she was deserving of much tougher punishment.

  She’s mine. Ours. And I’ll tie her to us with unbreakable cords of her desire for our mastery and our cocks.

  Saxon walked in front of her and lifted the blindfold. “My name is Saxon and I’m going to remove the ball gag briefly. You will have one minute and only one minute to say whether or not you consent to be punished for the damage you have done to our property.”

  Bram held his breath as Saxon lifted the ball gag.

  “I’m not sorry I damaged your car. You can punish me if you wish.”

  Bram watched as Hardy methodically whipped her ass until it was a fiery red all over, but no skin was broken. Bram acknowledged his brother was a true Dom in that way. It took a hell of a lot of talent not to break the skin with so many hard strokes. He also watched the occasional very light stroke that flicked between her legs to caress her cunt and her inner thighs. Even from across the room he could smell her arousal, and it was making his dick harder than it’d ever been before.

  When Hardy hung up his whip, Saxon stood in front of the woman. He’d taken something from the equipment drawer, but Bram didn’t know what it was.

  Saxon unsnapped the woman’s bra and said, “I don’t appreciate the way you treated my cock and balls. Later you can suck them deep and soothe all the hurt away with your mouth. But right now I have a little gift for you to remind you of what you did to me.”

  Saxon kneeled down and buried his face in her mound. Bram wondered if he was putting a clit clamp on her or clothespins on her nether lips maybe.

  When Saxon stood up, Bram saw he’d guessed correctly. A row of little metal clips adorned the woman’s labia and clit.

  “It’s time for us to talk. Nod your head if you promise not to scream when I remove the ball gag. I have to warn you we will not be pleased if you lie to us.”

  The woman’s head nodded even before he’d stopped speaking.

  Bram heaved a sigh of relief. Now, at last he could touch her, and hopefully fuck her. He hurried to the side of the room and unhooked the bed from the wall. It dropped down into place, and he sat on the end of it, gently stroking his hot, hard dick as Saxon and Hardy unlocked her from the chains and the spreader bar before pulling the hood off her head and removing the ball gag from her mouth.

  She looked right at him and blinked as she adjusted her eyes to the bright light.

  Bram smiled at her. This was the first time he’d seen her face properly, and she was stunningly beautiful. Okay, her short, brown hair was messy, and her big brown eyes were wide with—with what? Not fear. Not even apprehension. Maybe just with absorbing the room. He supposed it was kind of strange to someone who’d never been here before.

  * * * *

  Leah hoped like hell the one who’d told her she wasn’t going to be allowed to orgasm had been wrong. Every inch of her flesh itched to come. Her ass was as hot as fire, and the heat had penetrated deep inside to her core, cranking up her need into the stratosphere. The clothespins on her clit and pussy lips had almost made her orgasm on the spot, but, unfortunately, not quite. Her nipples were hot and tight, her breasts were aching to be touched, and her body longed for a cock. Or, hell, even five minutes alone with her fingers would work right now.

  Besides, one man had said he wanted to fuck her and another one had said she had to suck his cock, so since the third one said she wasn’t going to get an orgasm, two out of three was a mighty fine score in her mind. She just hoped she could remember how to suck a man’s cock. It’d been a very long time. Preachers’ daughters tended not to get very many boyfriends. At least not ones interested in sex anyway.

  Saxon. That was the one who said about her sucking his cock so that must have been the one who’d grabbed her first and who she’d kneed in the groin.

  Leah looked around the room—dungeon—but couldn’t see her mesh bag and the stamp albums anywhere. That would have to be her first consideration. Getting them back so she could sell them for whatever they were worth, more than the fucktard had told her father, certainly, but maybe it wouldn’t be enough to pay all the utility bills, unfortunately. Well, she’d just have to get what she could for them and hope some kind donor gave them some money she could use before her father handed it to another person in distress.

  The two men who’d untied her escorted her across to the bed where the third man sat, stroking a most impressive cock. Damn, he looked huge. And hot. And ready for her. His torso was sculpted, his thighs muscular, and he looked at her like a starving man looked at a good meal. Oh yum. Her cunt was already dripping with cream from the whipping and seeing him made her even wetter.

  The one with a bare chest but still wearing his jeans asked, “Are you going to pay to repair my car?”

  “Have you got my stamp albums?”

  “They’re not yours. They’re John-Peter someone or other’s.”

  “John-Paul is my father. They are mine.”

  “And you didn’t answer the question, Little Miss Trouble,” said the naked one, pulling her onto the bed beside him and pressing one leg between hers.

  She hissed at the touch of his hot skin against hers. He
smiled at her, his beautiful black eyes gleaming, and then very slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered his head to her breast and flicked a tongue over her nipple.

  Leah couldn’t help herself. She sighed and pushed her breast up at his mouth. He rubbed his thick cock on her leg before bending lower and sucking her nipple into his mouth.

  Every thought left her brain except for how magnificently he did that. His cock was a hot, hard line on her thigh, but his mouth was making love to her nipple, her areola, her entire breast.

  “Oh yes. Yes, please,” she whispered.

  The one who’d been dressed was naked and lying beside her on the bed. “Suck my balls. Make them feel good again.”

  Ah, that one was Saxon.

  The one sucking her breast moved away, and she sat up. “I’m sorry about that, but you shouldn’t have tried to stop me.”

  He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth over his cock.

  It really was an extremely nice cock. Huge, just like the other man’s, and standing up erect from a nest of wiry black curls. Actually, they all had short, curly black hair. Triplets, she reminded herself as she licked up and down his shaft and then sucked gently on one ball and then the other.

  Leah tried to remember everything she’d learned about how to suck a cock. Most of her knowledge came from listening to other girls talk about their experiences rather than her own hands-on efforts. But she had given several blowjobs back in her senior year of high school, and now she focused on everything she’d learned and been told.

  Although it was damn hard to do so when her body was screaming to be fucked. Leah had never considered herself to be highly sexed, and right now, her body was acting as if she was some kind of nymphomaniac. She wondered if these men, these panther shape-shifters, were giving off some kind of aphrodisiac scent or something. But with her nose buried in this man’s cock curls, all she could smell was man with a hint of salty sweat and an even lighter fragrance of something spicy. Certainly nothing that should be driving her desire off the charts the way it was.

  Leah drew in a deep breath and sucked the long, thick cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and then let him slide out again, scraping her teeth lightly over the cockhead as she let it out.

  Cream was dripping from her cunt, and her ass burned from the whipping, but neither of them was as arousing as the cock in her mouth. Leah flattened her tongue and licked up the side of his erection, turned her head, and pasted another long, wet stripe on his shaft. This time when she sucked him into her mouth he groaned and tugged on her hair, turning her head just exactly the way he wanted it.

  The man who’d complained about her damaging his car pushed her body a little to the side and began pinching and tugging on her nipples.

  All the breath puffed out of her lungs with the intense need that came at his touch. From behind her, a pair of hands smoothed over her red-hot ass.

  “Tell us we can fuck you. Say yes. Admit that you want our cocks deep inside your body.” The third man’s cock was pressing against her hot butt, the cockhead damp with pre-cum.

  A million thoughts raced through Leah’s brain. A lifetime of being the oldest, the wisest one, the one who set a good example for her younger sisters, the perfectly behaved preacher’s daughter swamped her mind. Her nipples ached for more. Her cunt longed to be filled with a thick cock. Her body craved being possessed by a man. Or all three of them.

  To say yes would be insane, wild, stupid. She knew nothing about these men. She didn’t even know where she was, far less how to get home. They’d already locked her in the trunk of a car and whipped her.

  But I escaped from the car, and I enjoyed being whipped.

  She opened her mouth to say no, calmly and firmly. Instead, “Yes, please,” came out.

  “You won’t regret it. I promise you excellent orgasms,” whispered the man behind her.

  He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and kneeled behind her, gripping her hips. Saxon, whose cock she was sucking, wiggled around until his cock was under her mouth again, and then he held her head, focusing her mind where it needed to be to suck his balls. Next she rolled them very gently in her hand as she balanced on her other hand and moved her mouth down over his cock.

  The third man slid under her body and sucked a breast into his mouth. The pleasure was so intense her hand couldn’t hold her up, and she dropped to her forearms, using only her mouth on the cock she was sucking for a moment.

  She sucked the cock deep, and as she did, the man behind her slammed his erection into her cunt from behind, gripping her hips fiercely as he rammed his cock deep in a single movement. He was much bigger than anyone she’d ever had before, and her gasp of breath had her inhaling Saxon’s cock deep down her throat. She groaned and gagged on it, but he held her ears tightly, grunting, “swallow me,” to her. So she did, managing to inhale through her nose and fill her lungs somewhat.

  Meanwhile the man behind her slammed in and out of her cunt, pumping fast and hard, stretching and filling her on every stroke.

  Her body was so aroused, so excited by everything that was happening. It was an unbelievable, magical, yet erotically carnal experience for her.

  This is amazing. It’s awesome, yet it’s all happened so fast it hardly seems real. Almost as if it’s too good so it must be all a dream.

  Underneath her, the third man licked and sucked her breasts and her nipples, painting wet lines on the soft undersides of her globes and nibbling gently on her nipples. Leah had almost forgotten the clothespins gripped to her until he started unclipping and re-clipping them.

  When he nipped the one on her clit, she cried out around the cock in her mouth and genuinely couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.

  That man pulled his cock out as cum filled her mouth. The one fucking her slammed into her, his body slapping against her sore ass as the third one removed more of the clothespins and pinched her nipples with his fingers.

  It was all too much. She couldn’t even keep track of who was doing what anymore. Her orgasm burst through her body, and the man fucking her groaned as her cunt filled with his cum.

  Lean’s body went limp, sprawled over two of the men, with the one behind her leaning over her back. But the one underneath her pushed her onto her side, held her breasts together tightly, and pumped his cock between them. Her eyes flew open in surprise as his hot shaft slid between her breasts. No one had ever done that with her before, and it was amazingly sexy. She looked up into his face, identical to both of the other men, and caught the sparkle in his black eyes as his seed shot out of his cock onto her breasts, her neck, and her chin.

  His grin was so engaging that she smiled back at him, even though she had no idea why she did.

  Saxon, the one whose cock she’d sucked, stood up and gripped her hand, tugging her off the bed. “Now we shower.”

  “I certainly need one. Afterward, though, you give me the stamp albums and take me to my car so I can go home.”

  “After the shower we talk. Then we’ll see,” he replied.

  * * * *

  Hardy’s heart fluttered when she smiled at him. She had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

  She was a loving woman, and her body was as stunning as her face. Not that he’d be forgiving her for ruining his car any time soon.

  The dungeon had been designed for a crowd. Since so many panthers were twins or triplets, all the rooms and furniture were designed to accommodate a group. He knew they’d all fit inside the shower just fine. It was a walk-in shower, not one over a tub, with glass walls and a glass door so every inch of space could be used for play by a ménage. Hardy intended to get his hands on their woman again. He hadn’t touched her cunt properly yet, and he wanted to dip his fingers inside her channel and find her sweet spot as soon as he could. Maybe even touch her ass, although some women might not like that. Somehow he thought she would. He didn’t even know her name, but he had the feeling she’d be ready for more sexy games quite soon.


  Saxon turned on the water, and Hardy pulled her around to face him. “What’s your name?” he asked her.

  “What’s yours?”

  “I’m Hardy, that’s Saxon—he already told you his name—and Bram is behind us.”

  She looked very critically at them all, and Hardy wondered if she’d be able to tell them apart. They were identical triplets, but there were very subtle differences between them. They deliberately cut their hair the same and dressed very similarly, unlike another set of panther triplets here, Vallen, Montague, and Diego Reed, who had different hair lengths and styles to differentiate them.

  “Well?” he asked her.

  She simply raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Your name? I told you ours.”

  “Oh, sorry. I’m Leah. And I really do want to go home, with my stamp albums.”

  “I said we’d talk after we showered,” said Saxon, pulling Leah under the water.

  Saxon took the shower gel and began massaging her shoulders. Unfortunately Hardy wasn’t fast enough. Bram kneeled at Leah’s feet and began massaging her ass, which was still quite pink, even under the water. Hardy felt a flash of guilt. He should have been caring for her. He was the one who’d whipped her. But he craved touching her cunt. He crouched on the base of the shower on the opposite side of her from Bram and bent his mouth to her cunt, sucking her labia, wondering if they were still a little sore from all the clothespins. One thing was clear. Her clit was still a dark pink and erect. That was good news. He moved his mouth from her labia to her clit, sucking on the tiny bud. She widened her legs, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of him or Hardy. Either way, it didn’t matter. It worked for him.

  Hardy licked along the join between her thigh and her torso and then sucked her clit again. Next, he tongue fucked her pussy for a while, teasing the insides of her thighs with his fingers as he did.

  She made a soft, happy, burbling noise, and he tilted his head up to look at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling. Excellent.