Cin's Secret [Club Libertine 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Diane Leyne Read Free Book Online

may be all we have with her, our only chance to win her over. I think we have to use every trick in our Dom playbook to give her a sexual experience so intense, so overwhelming that she can’t help but want to come back for more. We need to get her addicted to the pleasure only we can give her.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    Together, they looked at the clock. It was time to lay claim to their sub.
     
    * * * *
     
    Moments later when they entered the bedroom, they saw her kneeling on the pillow they’d left for her, her knees spread wide, her hands palm up on her thighs, her eyes downcast. Connor felt his cock leap in his pants and his breathing speed up. She was beautiful, but too thin. They’d have to feed her up. They were both demanding and insatiable, and she’d need her strength to keep up with them.
    Silently, they circled her.
    Cindy kept her eyes downcast. From their movements, she could tell that they were removing their shirts, and she could see that their feet were bare, but they left their pants on as they moved around her.
    “Stand up. I want to examine my property.” It was Connor at his most demanding, pausing in front of her. Liam took his place behind her. Cindy scrambled to her feet and snuck a look at his expression before lowering her eyes quickly. She looked up under her lashes at his muscular torso. There wasn’t an ounce of spare fat. With her eyes, she traced the line of muscle down his torso. She tried to avoid looking at the erection straining at his pants, but it was impossible not to stare. Involuntarily, her hand reached out to touch him.
    She jumped at the smack on her butt.
    “Did I say you could touch me?” he demanded. “Liam?”
    She felt Liam wrap a leather cuff around one wrist and then the other, making sure they were snug but not tight before securing her wrists together behind her. This caused her to bend slightly in the upper body, pushing her breasts toward Connor. Liam then ran his hands lightly up and down her sides before settling on her butt. She could feel his cock pressing against her through his pants.
    Connor reached out one hand and tweaked a nipple.
    “Look at me, sub.
    “Tonight, you have given yourself over to us to use as we please. And we will use you and push your limits. You have chosen not to have a safe word, so we gave you one. If it is too much for you, just say red . And I know we said differently in the truck, but if you get overwhelmed and just need us to slow it down, say yellow . Do you understand?
    “Answer us, sub. You are in a very vulnerable position. You could say no, and we could gag you if we get tired of listening to you. You could struggle, and we’d just restrain you while we fuck you, but we are kind and merciful Doms and have given you two safe words.
    “What do you have to say for yourself, sub, to show your appreciation for our thoughtfulness and concern for you?”
    “Thank you, Masters. They are not necessary, but I appreciate your concern.”
    “It is not your place to decide what is necessary, sub. I can see you are going to need a lot of training in what it means to submit.”
    “Yes, Master.” Cindy lowered her eyes, a part of her thrilled that they were so concerned for her well-being and a part of her disappointed that they had insisted on safe words. She was worried that if things got intense she’d safe word out of fear of fully submitting to them. The ability to slow things down by using yellow bothered her. She was normally a control freak, and she could see herself using the word yellow to keep control instead of letting go. She didn’t want that safety net, but it made her feel comforted, too. They were good men she was with.
    “Oh, and if you think you can use the word yellow to top from the bottom, forget it unless you don’t want to be able to sit comfortably for a week.”
    Cindy looked up at Connor, shocked. Had he read her mind?
    He just smirked at her. Did she think he was a novice at this? He looked