Free Panthers' Pleasure [Impulse 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

never forgive ourselves if we forced her.”
    “No, no, you’re right, but I can’t stop thinking about sinking my cock into that tight pussy.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Chantal wiggled into a more comfortable position on the thick rug, willing the guys to get down to business. Not being able to speak and having to do whatever they told her was a massive turn-on. No one had ever done anything like that with her before. Not that she’d had that many lovers, but those that she had allowed into her bed, she was starting to realize, had been more interested in their own needs than in hers. She’d been so desperate to be loved that it hadn’t occurred to her to mind.
    Things were different now. She knew what she wanted. The sight of Rafe and Vilas fucking one another had unlocked something inside her, and she was no longer prepared to settle for second best. Not much chance of that. Just the thought of two such gorgeous hunks as Rafe and Vilas giving her their undivided attention made her shiver with desire.
    “Are you cold, Chantal?” Rafe asked.
    She shook her head, unsure if she was permitted to speak.
    “You can answer me,” he said. “If I ask you a question, you must always answer it.”
    “No, sir, I’m not cold.”
    “Then why did you shiver?” Vilas asked.
    “I’m aroused. I like the thought of you two playing with me.”
    “Do you now?” Rafe crouched beside her, as lithe and graceful as…well, as a panther. “And what would you like us to do to you, sugar?”
    “Make me come.” She shared an imploring glance between the two of them. “Please make me come, masters.”
    “You sound kinda desperate,” Vilas remarked in a lazy drawl. Crouched on her opposite side, he blew softly on one of her nipples. Taken by surprise, Chantal screamed as sensation coursed through her, causing both men to laugh.
    “She is close to the edge,” Rafe said. “Raise your arms above your head, Chantal, and we’ll see what we can do to ease your ache.”
    As soon as she did so, Vilas tied them to the leg of a sturdy sofa while Rafe fixed a blindfold over her eyes. Chantal gulped, wiggling her ass in an effort to find some relief from the desperate need that blotted everything else from her conscious thoughts. She’d never been tied up before, nor had she been blindfolded. Far from feeling apprehensive, being at their complete mercy was such a turn-on that she was ready to explode.
    “Keep still,” Rafe said. “We’ve removed your senses of touch and sight, which ought to highlight your reactions when we put our hands, or whatever else we decide to use, on you. Are you comfortable with that?”
    “No.”
    “What’s wrong?” they asked together.
    Chantal didn’t care how needy she sounded. They had to know the truth. If she didn’t tell them, they’d probably just read her mind anyway.
    “I’m in agony,” she said. “I so need to come that if you don’t do something about it pretty damned quick, then I’ll have to take care of it myself.”
    “Without your hands,” Vilas taunted.
    “I only need to rub by thighs together. The way I feel right now, that ought to take care of it.”
    “Okay, baby.” Rafe’s smooth tone immediately silenced her. “One of the other fringe benefits of mixing with us is that panthers have very long, very flexible tongues.”
    “Would you like us to lick you all over?” Vilas asked.
    Chantal nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
    “Ask us nicely then.”
    “Please, masters, please lick me all over.”
    “Spread your legs for us, honey,” Vilas said.
    Chantal did so, moaning softly as anticipation swelled deep inside her. Someone picked up one of her feet and sucked each of her toes into his mouth. Chantal had no idea that toe sucking could be so sensory. It sent waves of pleasure straight to her sodden pussy. She’d barely gotten used to that sensation before someone else kissed her, hard and deep, a tongue so long it seemed unreal working smoothly all the way down her throat.