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

to make them understand what it was like. “And in spite of everything, I still enjoyed the sex, even if I didn’t enjoy the humiliation.”
    “And yet Sal taught you to protect yourself—”
    “Oh yes, he loved me and was kind to me in a perverse sort of way when it wasn’t about sex and domination. It was just…well, this’ll sound like boasting, and trust me, it isn’t. He saw how men looked at me and used me as a weapon to show them how invincible he was.” Porcha sighed. “The trouble was that he trained me too well for me to even think about protesting. I knew I had to do whatever he asked of me, no matter how degrading. He stripped me of the will to do anything of my own volition.”
    “Mind games.” Troy spat the words, giving Porcha the impression that if her husband hadn’t already been dead, Troy would have been happy to help him on his way to the next world.
    “It got worse. He started inviting his male business colleagues to dinner and made me wear completely see-through clothing. He made me sit at the foot of the table with my tits on open display whilst they chatted like I wasn’t there.”
    “The perverted bastard!” Beck growled.
    “Inevitably, at some stage he’d say I’d displeased him, which was my sign to get up and crouch in the corner.” Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. “He didn’t have to say a word. Just one look and I knew what I had to do.”
    “He had you the moment he didn’t fuck you at the beginning, and he knew it,” Troy said. “He was thirty years older than you so he needed his rivals and friends to see that you weren’t with him for his money. I’m betting that you smiled all through those humiliations. Am I right?”
    She lowered her gaze and nodded. “Yes.”
    Adam scowled. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry he’s dead!”
    “I’m not, but the brutal truth is that if he walked in here now, I’d go with him, without question, even though I’d ten times rather stay with the three of you.” She shrugged. “I just don’t seem to have any will of my own when he’s around.”
    “He knew he had to conquer your mind first, and he did a pretty good job of it,” Troy said, grimacing.
    She looked at the three of them, conscious of the tears now trailing down her face. “I love being a sub. I’ve thought about your proposition and want to submit to the three of you,” she said earnestly. “You have no idea how much. Just don’t humiliate me like he did. That’s all I ask.”
    “Baby,” Beck said. “There are three massive cocks here ready to keep you happy for the rest of your days. We don’t need to humiliate you to get our rocks off.”
    “Are you ready to let us fuck you?” Adam asked. He unzipped and showed her what he was packing. She gasped. “Yeah, you want that, don’t you, sugar?”
    “Yes, master.”
    “Stand up and take your clothes off, Porcha,” Beck ordered. “Slowly now. Make us wait to see what you’ve got for us.”
    She smiled, lowered her head, and then immediately stood up. When she saw the men exchange a satisfied smile she knew she’d made the right decision. They would treat her right without trying to control all aspects of her life. She pulled her top from the waistband of her jeans and threw it over her head. Beck caught it and grinned at her. Then she unsnapped her jeans and pulled them low enough for them to be able to see the thong that matched her lacy bra.
    “Are you wet, Porcha?” Adam asked.
    “Yes, master. You guys have really turned me on.”
    “You know what that means, don’t you?”
    “How will you punish me?”
    “You’ll find out soon enough. Now the bra.”
    Porcha unfastened it and threw it aside. Her three guys all made grunting sounds of approval when her breasts sprang free.
    “The thong,” Adam said. “It looks kinda damp. You might feel more comfortable without it.”
    She stepped out of it without hesitation and then assumed the submissive pose she’d been taught,