Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

toys but wouldn’t fuck me until I agreed to marry him.” She looked at each of them in turn. “By then I was in a permanent state of arousal and would have married his grandfather if it had got me laid.”
    “He was controlling you from the get-go,” Troy told her, anger in his tone.
    “Yeah, I know that now. On our wedding night he kept me up, literally all night. He made me sit at the dinner table with nothing on except nipple clamps and a plug up my butt. Then he took me to a room I’d never been in before. Like your one, except it had a real creepy feel to it, like people who’d been in there before me hadn’t enjoyed the experience.”
    “I hope you didn’t get those sorts of vibes from our room,” Adam said earnestly.
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Good,” Beck said. “Because we’re not into cruelty.”
    “Sal chained me to the wall on our wedding night and made me turn to face it with my butt in the air. That was his favourite way to look at me, I later discovered. He finally fucked me from behind, telling me over and over again that I was his and would never do a single thing for the rest of my life without his approval.”
    “Was it good? Beck asked. “The sex, I mean.”
    “I loved it. He was thirty years older than me but still a passionate man with a big cock. Not as big as Troy’s,” she said, giggling, “but still pretty impressive. He filled me with it and made it last forever. I came twice without his permission and got punished harshly for it.”
    “Doesn’t sound so very bad,” Beck remarked. “Not if you liked it.”
    “He released the chain from the wall afterward, attached it to the collar he’d put round my neck, and made me crawl across the floor to him and beg for more.”
    “Did you?” Adam massaged an impressive-looking erection through his pants.
    “Oh yes, and he spanked me for asking. Said girls who asked didn’t get.”
    Troy shifted his position, also rigidly erect, Porcha noticed. “Babe, if you enjoyed it so much, and you obviously did, what went wrong?”
    She shrugged. “I guess I’m not cut out to be a slave. I’m happy to submit, beg for what I want, and take any punishments my dom thinks appropriate, but outside of that I want to be able to live my own life, make decisions for myself.”
    “You’ll give your body and not your mind, which makes you a sub not a slave,” Beck told her. “That’s what we’re in the market for, in case you’re wondering. We’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want. There’s always a safety word in our games.”
    “To answer your question, Troy, what went wrong is that Sal is a show-off. He didn’t want anyone else to touch me, but he did want people to see what power he had over me. It got to the stage where he’d have one of his men in the room when he was fucking me, usually that prig Woollard.”
    “Woollard?”
    “Let her finish,” Troy said, talking over Adam’s interruption.
    “He was Sal’s right-hand man, and we hated each other. He disliked me because he thought I lessened his influence with Sal but still lusted after me. I disliked him because he was highly dislikeable.”
    “He made his man watch you?” Adam grimaced. “What a sick fuck.”
    “Not just Woollard. My two bodyguards were regular spectators, too. Sometimes he’d get one of them to administer his punishments for him whilst he sat and watched. They were never allowed to lay a finger on me with their bare hands. It was always a paddle or a whip. I was totally humiliated because I could see how turned-on they were, but that was rather the point. But, as I said, Woollard was the worst. He used to spank me really hard with one hand and jerk off with the other. He was the only one allowed to do that. But it was the smug satisfaction in his eye that got to me. Sal knew I hated what they did to me, but I couldn’t do anything about it. He’d worked his way inside my head and had complete control.” She spread her hands, trying