Playing for Satisfaction [Satisfaction Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “May I?” Bram indicated the rings. “I’d like to put them back where they belong.”

  Ellie didn’t look so sad now as she nodded. “I’d like that.”

  “Say, did I do something wrong? Toby said that you’d left them there for the mail, but you didn’t even put them in an envelope. I figured a courier would be safer than the mail. I always meant to ask…I thought I was helping.” He looked bewildered and miserable. He knew something was wrong and Bram wanted to comfort him, but he couldn’t make himself speak.

  “No problem, Darcy. They are just a little surprised, that’s all. The rings are safe and sound. Why don’t you just drop off Bram’s truck keys? We can all get together later and you can catch up with Miss Maine then.”

  Bram watched Darcy nod so hard his hair flopped over his forehead.

  “Yeah, well, um, I’m going to be at that math conference the week after next, Miss Maine, and I, uh, signed up for your course. Maybe we can, you know, catch up then?” He turned and fled without waiting for an answer, bumping into a young, pretty waitress on the way out. He stopped clearly to apologise and Bram could see that his interest in the pretty girl was warring with his embarrassment and discomfort because of the rings. Bram saw him glance up, catch Bram’s eye, and then mumble something at the waitress and flee.

  Bram knew he couldn’t keep delaying anymore. He looked at Ellie and then down at the rings and then back up at Ellie. He knew he had to say something, but it was like his brain had short circuited as he finally let what happened sink in. She hadn’t rejected him. She hadn’t rejected him. The words were on a loop running through his brain. He didn’t realize he was crying until Ellie tugged one hand free and reached up to brush a tear away.

  So many years wasted.

  “So where do we go from here?” she asked.

  “Good question.” It was Ren. He stood up and stepped out of the booth. “I’m happy for you both, I really am.” Bram could see the moisture in Ren’s eyes and his struggle to do the right thing. “You two deserve your happiness. But don’t expect to see me at the wedding.”

  As he turned to walk away, both Bram and Ellie lunged, grabbing his hands, saying in unison,“Where do you think you are going?”

  * * * *

  Ren felt his heart slowly breaking. He had always known that Ellie had been hurt badly by a man she loved and that Bram still loved his Angel. It was just his luck that the two most important people in his life wanted to be with each other. It was his turn to have his heart broken, not that either of them would know it. He’d never told Ellie that he loved her. He’d always regret it, but he wouldn’t use it to try to make her feel guilty. Bram had been going to walk away when he thought Ren had won. He could do no less for his cousin.

  He stood but before he got a step, both Bram and Ellie had lunged and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him back to the table.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Bram sounded irritated. He came all the way out of the booth and bundled Ren in before resuming his own seat.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Neither do I.” Bram nodded and thrust his hand through is hair. “I just know that you need to be a part of this conversation.” He looked to Ellie.

  “He’s right, Ren,” she confirmed.

  “But you two just found out that you broke up over a misunderstanding. You thought he took the rings back and he thought you sent them back. But you were both wrong. If Darcy hadn’t mailed the rings, you wouldn’t have wasted these four years apart.” He hated saying the words, but they were true. He added, “And if you’d stayed together, we never would have met. I understand.”

  “No, you don’t. Bram does, although I’m not sure how. But he is right.” Ren watched with amazement as Bram stuck his tongue out at the insult and Ellie grinned before continuing. “You two belong together, and now, with nothing standing in your way but me.”

  “Sit!” Ren sat. He’d never heard Ellie use that tone. He wondered if she was like that in class. She probably had to be strict. He’d love to see her go all Domme on her students. It would be like seeing a mouse roar. He let his mind wander. She’d look so cute in a black leather corset and thigh-high boots.

  “Ren! Ren!” It finally sunk through the fog that Ellie and Bram were trying to get his attention. “You are such an idiot. Why were you trying to walk out on me, on us?”

  “Because you two are getting back together and I’d be a third wheel?”

  Ellie sighed. “Men! I swear I’m going to become a Domme and take charge. Maybe a nice leather corset and over-the-knee boots?”

  Crap! Was she reading his mind?

  “What did you say?”

  “I said that maybe the only way I can keep the two of you in line is to become a Domme. I swear it’s like herding cats. First the two of you tell me that you’ve come up with some sort of plan that I assume included sharing?” She paused and looked from man to man. Ren knew he was blushing. He snuck a look at Bram and his cheeks were red too. They both nodded reluctantly under the force of her glare. “I thought so. And then he tries to walk out and now you do, Ren. What is it about you two that you’d rather walk out than fight for what you want? Why is it so easy for the two of you to leave me?” He heard her voice break and he suddenly felt like shit.

  He wasn’t being all noble. He was taking the coward’s way out. He loved her. He looked down at the key he was clutching. She may not have said the L word, but he knew she felt something for him or she wouldn’t have given it to him.

  “Everything okay over here?” It was Trace and he sounded concerned as he placed a glass of wine in front of Ellie. “A gift from the obnoxious young man who was here earlier,” he explained. Ren sighed. Normally Ren liked Trace, but right now he wished he’d go the hell away.

  “We’re fine!” Ren glared at the intruder and Trace glared back.

  “This isn’t the club. We don’t need a monitor interfering,” Bram spoke through gritted teeth.

  “I’m not here as a monitor but as Ellie’s friend. If she’s fine, I’d prefer to hear it from the lady. Ellie, you okay, princess?”

  “I’m fine, Trace. Thanks for asking.” She smiled at him. Ren held his breath. Trace looked like he wanted to argue but instead he just shrugged and left them alone. Finally.

  Squaring his shoulders, Ren decided it was time to assert himself as her Dom.

  Using his best courtroom voice, he began. “Bram, you told me that you had once asked your Angel if she’d be willing to be with the both of us and you said she agreed. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, it is.” Bram looked confused at where Ren was leading but willing to follow and answered promptly and clearly. “She agreed that she would agree to try such a situation.”

  “Good. And you, Ellie.”

  “Yes, Ren?”

  “Is what Bram said correct? Were you willing to experiment with a ménage with me and Bram?”

  “Well, I didn’t know it was you at the time, but yes, I was willing.”

  “And now that you know it is me who would be the third in the relationship, how do you feel about a ménage? Are you still willing to give it a try?”

  He watched as Ellie looked from him to Bram and back again. Then she opened her mouth and he held his breath, waiting for her reply.

  “Yes, but not for the reason I was willing before.”

  “Um…” Bram didn’t seem to know what to say, and frankly neither did Ren. Luckily, Ellie didn’t seem to expect an answer.

  “Last time, I would have done it to please my husband. Now, I want to try a ménage so I can be with the men I love.”

  Chapter 11

  Ellie looked at the two drinks in front of her. Deliberately, she pushed the wine away and took a sip of her Diet Coke, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart pounding. You couldn’t go into the play room if you had two alcoholic drinks in less than two hours. It was for the protection of the patrons, so they didn’t make inappropriate decisions based on alcohol consumption, and she knew just where she wanted to be.

  “If I drink this, I won’t be allowed to play in the club,” Ellie confided with a little grin. The response was gratifying. The two men looked at each other and grinned.

  “You love me? You really love me?”

  “Not when you quote Sally Field at the Oscars, but yes, dumbass, I love you. I love you both, although I’m not sure why.”

  “Dumbass? Kind of an odd endearment.”

  “It’s what she called me when we first met.” Ren explained to Bram.

  “When it comes to politics, he’s a bit of a dumbass, and maybe also when it comes to love.” Ellie agreed. “I don’t know why I love him, but I do. And don’t look so smug, Bram. I love you, too, and you were a jerk to leave me.”

  “Oh, Ren. I think Angel needs some serious play time. Maybe on the spanking bench or maybe the bondage table. That’ll teach her to speak more respectfully to her Doms.”

  “I have a better idea.” Ren grinned wickedly and Ellie felt her insides churn in a good way. He was usually so calm and self-contained that it was thrilling to see him like this. He turned to Bram. “I have brand new custom-made spanking bench designed by Xander Cahill and I think this is just the occasion to break it in. What do you think?”

  “A real Cahill? Hell yes!” Bram turned to look at Ellie, his grin looking alarmingly like Ren’s had a moment earlier. And then they were both grinning at her in anticipation and she felt a flood of arousal dampen her panties. Thank goodness she was wearing dark jeans, or she’d have a damp spot visible in the crotch.

  The next half hour passed in a whirlwind. One moment she was sitting in Whips and Spurs with her two favorite men and then it was a blur. She vaguely remembered seeing Trace’s concerned visage as the me
n hustled her out of the saloon and into Ren’s SUV and then she didn’t recall much at all. She knew they drove quickly to Ren’s place and then he’d hurried into the house, telling Bram to wait fifteen minutes and then to bring her in and take her down to the basement.

  Bram had used his fifteen minutes to ravage her mouth. They were both fully dressed and his hands didn’t stray from her face. At first he just looked at her, taking in her face before he lowered his mouth to hers. For the first minute, both their mouths were closed, just enjoying the feeling of touching again, but soon Ellie wanted more. She opened hers and Bram seemed to take that as an invitation. His mouth opened as well and his tongue invaded, as he ravaged her mouth like a starving man at a feast.

  He licked and sucked and nibbled his way across the line of her jaw and down the left side of her neck and then back up the right, before nibbling his way back to her mouth, which he claimed again. It was so erotic that Ellie thought she’d come just from the oral contact. She moaned and pressed closer to him.

  He pulled his mouth away and looked down at her, his eyes glittering with his own desire. “Ellie?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Oh, yes, please, Sir!”

  He kissed her quickly on the lips. “Permission not granted!”

  She saw him smiling down at her, his grin so wicked that she almost came on the spot. “Please, Sir!”

  “No. As much as I want this, too, you will not come without Ren. We need to start as we mean to go on, and that means no coming until Ren and I jointly make you come. Do you understand, Ellie? And if you come without permission, we will punish you. You remember what my punishments are like, don’t you, Ellie?” She nodded. “Good, and I imagine Ren’s punishments are just as severe.” She nodded again, her eyes wary.

  “Then be our good girl and don’t come without permission. I’d hate for us to have our reunion sex and only Ren and I get to come.”

  Oh, god. She’d hate that, too! She tried to concentrate, but his mouth was so distracting as he stuck his tongue back in her mouth as his body pressed hers back against the seat and he took his time as if he was trying to relearn the contours of her mouth. She let herself get lost in the feeling of being in his arms again and when he moved away, she tried to pull him back to her.

  “Naughty, naughty. Ren kindly allowed us fifteen minutes of privacy. Now it’s time for us to finally show you what it means to be a part of a ménage.”

  He lifted her out of the SUV and carried her down the drive and then up the stairs to Ren’s door. Ren, shirtless and barefoot, was waiting for them and ushered them inside. Ellie expected Bram to put her down but he continued to carry her as he followed Ren through the house and down the steps to the basement.

  Ellie had never been downstairs at Ren’s place. She knew he had been doing some renovations in his basement, but she hadn’t known what he was doing. Now she did as he pushed open the door at the end of the hall and intoned solemnly, “Welcome to my dungeon.”

  * * * *

  Bram laughed. “Why do I have a sudden urge to hum Guns N’ Roses’ ‘Welcome to the Jungle’?” he asked.

  “Too much?” Ren laughed. “Ellie, there’s a bathroom behind that door in the corner. You have ten minutes to freshen up or whatever. Then we expect to find you kneeling on this pillow. Naked.” He paused and looked at his watch. “What are you waiting for? Time’s a wasting.”

  Bram laughed as she struggled out of his arms and took off at a run.

  “Speaking of freshening up, I could use a few minutes myself.”

  “Top of the stairs on your right. I had a quick shower while you two were canoodling in the truck.”

  Bram smiled his thanks and took the stairs two at a time. He had never showered so fast. He didn’t bother putting his shirt or boots back on. Or his underwear. Just his jeans. He was back down and waiting beside Ren when Ellie stepped tentatively out of the bathroom. It’s a good thing she couldn’t tell just how hard his heart was beating. It had been almost four years since he’d been able to make love with her, spank her, fuck her brains out, until she was screaming out her pleasure so loud he’d had to gag her so as not to disturb the neighbours.

  “This place soundproofed?”

  “Yup!” Grinning, Bram high-fived his cousin. “So, what’s our plan of attack?”

  “Well, I know I suggested the spanking bench, but why don’t we start by strapping her down to the bondage table first? Let’s start with pure pleasure. Next time we can redden her ass before we fuck her. This time, let’s see just how many orgasms we can give her.”

  “Sounds like a plan, Ren. But let’s torture her with a bit of orgasm denial first. Once she’s begging, we can switch to forced orgasm torture before we finally take her together. Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets her ass and who gets her pussy?”

  They did the standard hand motions and Bram pumped his fist when he won the right to choose. He decided on her pussy. “I want to be face to face with her the first time we fuck in four years.”

  Ren looked serious. “Would you like me to leave you alone with Ellie? As much as I want to share, I understand if you two need to be alone.

  Bram thought for a moment and then shook his head. “No, let’s start as we mean to go on.”

  Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and Ellie walked out a step and then another and then she stopped, clutching her clothes in front of her. Trying not to grin, Bram said gruffly, “Ren already gave you an order. You forget how to submit? Clothes on the table beside you and then on your knees.” He pointed to the pillow in front of them.

  He saw the color rise in her face and for a moment wondered if he was being too harsh, but when she moved, he saw the moisture already dripping down between her thighs. His Angel was aroused. He knew it. He knew it!

  He started to move when Ren nudged him and handed him a riding crop. Good old Ren. They’d been so in sync when they were younger, sharing women, subs, pleasuring them but not before playing with them for hours until they begged for cock.

  He took the crop and started circling Ellie. She was kneeling the way he’d taught her, the way he also knew that Ren preferred. Her knees were spread wide and her hands were clasped behind her back so that her amazing tits were thrust forward as if asking for his touch, her nipples hard and jutting.

  “Your form isn’t bad, but your back could be straighter!” He snapped the crop lightly against her nipple. She closed her eyes and tried to supress a moan. “What do you think, Ren?”

  Ren grinned. “She needs balance,” he said before tapping her other nipple with his crop. This time she moaned aloud. “And remember, Angel, no coming without permission. You need to come, you ask first or it will be the last time you come tonight. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was low and thick with her arousal. Bram thought his cock was going to burst through his pants it was so hard.

  “Eyes open, Angel,” Bram ordered as he moved in front of her. Grinning, he slid the crop between her thighs, rubbing it up one side and down the other before manoeuvering it between her pussy lips. He rubbed the flat part up and down lightly over her clit and he could see her struggle to keep still, but she succeeded. He’d see if she would stay still after this. He flicked his wrist and the flat part of the crop tapped her clit lightly and as she moaned, he set up a light rhythm, flicking the crop over and over against her clit. As he did so, Ren knelt beside her. Reaching behind her, he grabbed her wrists and tugged until she was leaning back, her hardened nipples pointing upwards. Then he started tapping them, alternating left, right, left, right, following the rhythm that Bram was using on her clit.

  She was moaning loudly now.

  “Please, Sirs. Can I come?”

  “No!” Bram and Ren answered unison and then chuckled.

  “Sorry, Angel. Not right now. On the other hand, I definitely plan on coming pretty soon. What about you, Ren?”

  “Oh, yes. I’m ready to come.”

  He moved around to stand beside Bram.

  “Be a good girl and get us both off, and we’ll let you have an orgasm before we put you up on the bondage table and torture you for a while.”

  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It wouldn’t take much to get him off. Ren was hard and waiting, too. He fisted his cock and walked closer to Ellie, on her left, while Ren approached from the right.