Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

She took a quick intake of breath at the sensation. He wasn’t playing fair.

  Antoine released her hand then stood up to remove his jeans and boxers. He was in front of her again in a flash as Michael continued to press in and out of her pussy with his fingers.

  Antoine leaned forward to lick her nipple and suck along her breast. He took her injured hand and pressed it to his cock.

  She didn’t have to look down to know he was long and hard. Michael thrust his hips against her, making her reach for Antoine. Her damn hand hurt, but she wasn’t going to mention it. It was the point now that she wanted to remain in some control. She wasn’t sure why, but they did mention rules and spankings.

  She felt the heat penetrate her body. Michael pressed her forward as Antoine released her breast and leaned back onto his heels.

  His thighs were spread wide, his cock dripped with pre-cum, and she knew what he wanted and what Michael wanted.

  As Antoine reached for her hair to guide her to his erection, she heard the ripping of foil. Her pussy clenched. Here she was on her knees, grasping onto Antoine’s thighs for support about to suck his cock. Michael was behind her ready to fuck her from behind, and the anticipation sent a gush of fluid from her core.

  “Fuck, she just came. So beautiful,” Michael stated. She caught her breath as Antoine pressed her head down over his shaft and Michael pressed his cock to her pussy from behind.

  Up and down she sucked on Antoine as he counterthrust against her mouth.

  Behind her Michael pressed deeply into her, slowing his strokes then thrusting hard and fast where she couldn’t keep up.

  Her entire body was strung so tight, and in this position, bent over, he penetrated her so deeply she felt full.

  Antoine lifted her head up and down on his shaft, helping her to keep a faster pace.

  “Fuck, Mikayla, you feel so good, sugar,” Michael stated as Antoine roared and spilled his seed down her throat.

  Mikayla felt Michael’s arm go around her waist. Then he pulled her back, making her thighs spread wider, and she screamed her release. She was so tight, strung like a bow, and Michael kept going. He thrust into her from behind, his balls at her ass and his arm holding her tightly across her breast.

  He yelled as he exploded inside of her then shook with the aftereffects of their lovemaking.

  Antoine pulled her into his arms and laid her down on the bed beside him.

  He took her hand to place it on his chest, and she tightened in his arms. He immediately was concerned.

  “We’ll rest then I’ll get some ice for that hand.”

  “I’ll go grab ice and then check to see what we have for dinner,” Douglas stated then left the room.

  Mikayla snuggled closer to Antoine then closed her eyes to rest a bit.

  Chapter 7

  Vincent Lukon sat in the emergency room. She broke his fucking nose. The bitch was done, finished. Next time he would be better prepared. Next time she wouldn’t get the chance to run.

  He made the phone call as he waited for the doctor to return. Straightening out his nose hurt almost as badly as when Mikayla struck him with that fierce right hook. If he had witnessed her doing that to someone else, he would have been impressed and even proud, but that’s not how it went down. She was attracted to him but was fighting it. Literally.

  He was surprised that she hadn’t run to Bently. Or perhaps she did, but he didn’t really give a shit about her after all. Maybe she was just a means to getting his hands on Burrens Place. Maybe she was this week’s flavor of pussy?

  She was definitely a unique flavor. He liked a little fight in his women especially when he tied them down and made them scream for mercy. He would take his time to think of a really good way to teach her a lesson. Maybe taking her out to the deep swamplands and his fishing hole would get her in line and under his control. No one would hear her screams out there. Bently probably didn’t give a shit about her anyway.

  The more he thought about Pierre Bently the more pissed off he got. That asshole kept taking accounts out from underneath him. Men he used to know so well and continuously got jobs from no longer sought out his services. They only used Bently Corp. He heard the doctor reenter the room and tried to remain calm. Patience was the only way to get to a man like Pierre Bently.

  * * * *

  Mikayla felt Antoine holding her hand, and she was sure he was looking it over. She tried pulling it away, and he applied a little pressure, causing her to yelp then abruptly sit up. The pain was a surprise.

  “That’s it. Get dressed. We’re going to my office. I have an X-ray machine there,” Antoine stated with authority.

  Mikayla watched him get up from the bed. His body was perfection. She felt a little self-conscious about her own. These men obviously took their health seriously and remained in shape. She was a junk food junkie and aside from those sporadic kickboxing classes, she was not as in great of shape. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them around her. They were alone now, and she wondered if the others would hear the argument and come join in.

  “Get up. Let’s get a move on it,” he added as he quickly got dressed. She practically drooled over his muscles and all the dips and crevices along his abs. She was not going to get an X-ray.

  He turned to look at her as he buttoned up his shirt.

  “What are you waiting for, Mikayla?” he asked, and she nibbled her bottom lip.

  “I’m not going with you to get an X-ray done, Antoine.”

  “The hell you’re not!” he yelled, and she placed her feet underneath her and held the sheets tightly to her chest. He must have noticed her reaction as he eased his tone.

  “In this relationship trust is earned, Mikayla. You are my woman, my responsibility and my brothers’. We will provide for you and ensure your safety and health. There are a lot of things for us to go over, and right now I’m telling you to get up so we can check out that hand of yours.”

  “No,” she replied and crossed her arms in front of her.

  Antoine was getting angrier. But damn, did he look sexy with the first four buttons of his shirt undone and the light dusting of hair showing through. He looked yummy.

  “What’s going on in here?” Michael asked as he joined them in the bedroom.

  “I’m concerned about her hand. The swelling hasn’t gone down, and when I touched it near the bone, she squealed in pain. I want to take her to my office or the ER. It’s her choice, but she’s getting it done.”

  “So what’s the problem?” Michael asked as he looked between Mikayla and Antoine.

  “I’m not going.”

  Now Michael looked annoyed.

  “Mikayla, if Antoine is concerned over your hand and thinks that you need an X-ray, then you’re going and getting one. I don’t care if I have to take you there kicking and screaming. You’re getting one. Besides, if it is broken or badly injured, then the next step is pressing charges against this client of yours,” Michael stated.

  “I don’t believe this. What makes you two think that you can tell me what to do? I said I handled it. My hand isn’t broken, and if it is, then I’ll take myself to the ER and get it checked out tomorrow. Where’s my dress?” she asked as she crawled across the bed and looked down on the floor. She couldn’t find her dress until Antoine called her name. When she looked up, he was holding it with one finger. Michael held her panties.

  “Come here,” Michael stated, and she waited a moment before she walked to him. Giving in to their demands would make her appear weak and fragile. Part of her was aroused by their protectiveness and commanding attitudes but she knew nothing about relationships. Damn it, why was she feeling all wet and ready for sex again? Their constant protectiveness and demands were some sort of aphrodisiac. They should bottle the stuff.

  She walked over to him, dropping the sheet as she went and trying not to trip but look sexy. By the expression on his face, she was successful. She reached for the panties, and he pulled them away.

  “Come closer,” he whisper
ed, and her belly did a series of flips.

  She moved closer, and he snagged her around the waist then hoisted her up against his body. She could feel his erection press against her belly. He cupped the back of her head and held her so she had to look him in the eyes.

  “In a relationship like ours we expect respect and for our commands and demands to be met. We’re not trying to control you, Mikayla. We care about you, and as any person would care, we don’t want to see you injured or sick. Now be a good girl and listen to Doc,” he told her then leaned forward and kissed her deeply. His hand roamed across her ass, squeezing and manipulating her flesh until his finger pressed up into her pussy. She of course widened her stance and wrapped one leg around his left thigh so he could penetrate her better. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and ravished her until they were panting. That was when she felt Antoine move in behind her, caressing her ass cheeks, making her pussy weep for more of their touch. She moaned softly, tilting her head back against Antoine’s chest as Michael continued to finger her.

  Antoine nibbled on her shoulder then wrapped an arm around her waist as Michael lowered to the floor. He kissed her from neck to navel then lifted her thigh so he could continue to press his finger inside of her.

  In and out the slushing sound filled the quiet space. Antoine played with the nipple on her left breast as he continued to hold her upright. Michael bent lower then licked along her pussy lips where his fingers played and stroked her.

  “So wet for us, Antoine. I think she likes being naughty,” Michael teased then pulled his fingers abruptly from her pussy, making her gasp then grunt as his mouth replaced his fingers.

  He licked and sucked her clit relentlessly until she could no longer bear to stand up straight.

  “Please. Oh please, Michael!” she begged of him as her body vibrated then shook with her orgasm. She cried out, and Antoine held her while Michael continued to feast on her flesh.

  She was trying to recover when she felt Antoine press a finger to her cunt from behind her then trail it along to her puckered hole. She bent over slightly, and he pressed her back down toward Michael who latched on to her breast with his mouth.

  The exquisite sensation burned inside of her again. Antoine used her vaginal cream to press into her anus from behind. She felt the pressure as Michael reached under to play with her pussy while Antoine played with her ass. She again felt her orgasm building and building until she was nearly out of her mind. Then they released her, and she stood there panting and feeling needy.

  “What? What are you doing?” she asked, and she feared that this was some sort of mean game they played. Then she saw them tearing off their clothes. Michael lifted her up as Antoine headed toward the bed and the side table. She heard the drawer open then slam closed. Michael lifted her and set her up on all fours on the bed. Her body felt incredibly tight and ready to snap.

  “Oh please, please, Michael, I ache.”

  Michael ran his hands along her curves, making her desperate to come. He took his time moving in front of her. Then she climbed on top of him. She straddled his waist, and he scooted down lower so his legs hung over the bed. That was when she realized what he and Antoine had in mind.

  Her heart raced with anticipation, and her body just wanted relief from this sensation of hunger and need.

  He fisted his cock in his hand and held her gaze.

  “I want you to ride me, sugar, while Antoine gets that ass ready.”

  She held on to Michael, feeling his cock stretch her pussy as she lowered herself onto him. Her vaginal muscles clung to his girth, taking him inch by inch. She felt oversensitive, and their talk was driving her closer to combustion.

  She felt Antoine move in behind her, his hands caressed her ass, and then she felt something cold press into her anus.

  “Oh God! Oh I don’t know about this,” she stuttered as feelings of dark pleasure filtered through her senses. This was naughty and erotic, and she should have expected it to come, being involved with four men. But this was her first time, and damn, the anticipation was metamorphic.

  “Nice and easy, sugar, I’m gonna claim this virgin ass of yours.” Antoine gently glided his hands up and over her curves then to her breasts as he inched his body closer. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a scream from her as she thrust on top of Michael.

  “Oh!” She moaned again as he used his fingers to continue their relentless technique on her nipples. She could feel the imaginary string from her breasts to her pussy and even her anus. But Antoine had yet to push his cock into her from behind. She wanted it but was too inexperienced and shy to ask for it. She felt his cock against the seam of her ass. She wanted this. She wanted Antoine to fuck her in the ass, and she wanted it now.

  “Please, Antoine. I’m nervous,” she admitted as Michael stilled within her and placed his hand against her chest then slowly pushed upward until he held her throat gently in a possessive manner. His thumb rubbed along her skin, and she closed her eyes. Everything tingled. Her breasts, her nipples, her pussy, and even her ass. She was on fire with need.

  “You can trust the good doctor to take care of you, sugar. We all are gonna take such good care of you,” Michael stated.

  She felt the tip of Antoine’s penis by her puckered hole.

  “Oh God!” she whispered.

  “Easy, sugar, relax your muscles and let me in,” Antoine whispered.

  She felt the tip of his cock push through the tight rings and then his hands gripped her waist.

  “Fuck, she is incredibly tight. Good thing we had the lube,” Antoine struggled to say through what sounded like clenched teeth.

  Michael slowly began to push his pelvis up, and Antoine pushed her down. Soon she was feeling the ache begin to strengthen, and she lifted her pussy to thrust up and down onto Michael’s shaft. A moment later Antoine was pushing deeper into her, and Michael grabbed her thighs to stop her from moving. The pleasure pain was exquisite. She felt Antoine push deeper then grunt as he thrust hard within her. She moved forward and that was it. Michael and Antoine began to move back and forth, up and down. Antoine pushed into her ass. Then as he began to pull out, Michael pushed up, and she pressed down. They were moving slowly, caught up in the moment.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Douglas stated as he and Pierre entered the room.

  “She’s a goddess. Look at her,” Pierre added, and Michael and Antoine began to pick up their pace. They were moving quicker now, thrusting in and out of her body. She felt the sensation and knew that she was almost there when both men pressed in at the same time. She held her breath as they thrust together. Mikayla screamed then exploded as Michael and Antoine followed, releasing their seed inside of her.

  * * * *

  “So what led to this?” Douglas asked as he pulled a very sated and content Mikayla into his arms, cradling her against his body.

  “It’s their fault. They seduced me,” she whispered then snuggled into Douglas’s arms.

  Antoine laughed as he stretched his muscles and waited to put on his boxers. His cock was so sensitive right now. Mikayla was tight and felt incredible.

  “It’s her fault really. She got all mouthy, defied a direct order from Antoine, and all hell broke loose,” Michael added.

  “What order?” Pierre asked.

  “I think she needs to have that hand x-rayed, and Michael thinks she needs to call the police and press charges against the asshole that assaulted her.” Antoine began to feel angry again.

  Pierre looked at Mikayla, and she snuggled into Douglas’s arms.

  “I need a shower, and it’s getting late. I’m really tired,” she stated, breaking the silence.

  “Dinner’s almost ready, and we all need to talk and discuss some things, Mikayla,” Douglas added, and she groaned in annoyance.

  “Let’s get dressed and head downstairs,” Antoine suggested, and Michael passed Mikayla her panties.

  She took them from him and raised her eyebrows at him.

  “My dress?”


  “You won’t need it. How about my shirt?”

  She stuck her tongue out at him.

  “I like that tongue. I especially like it sucking on my cock. Be careful what games you play, little lady,” he teased her, and her cheeks turned pink as she shyly looked away from him. Antoine realized how youthful and refined she was. He had his reservations about her reaction to their demands, but they had them and she needed to abide by them for safety reasons and as their rules.

  * * * *

  They gave her some time to freshen up so she took a shower before meeting them downstairs in the kitchen. She enjoyed the smell of the bodywash, loving how it reminded her of Michael. They each had a unique scent to them. Their cocks did, too, and she licked her lips remembering what that was like. The feelings hit her all at once. She did it. She had sex with four men. Incredible, mind-blowing sex, and she even had anal sex for the first time with them. God, it was crazy. If someone told her a year ago that today she would be involved in a ménage relationship with four amazing men, she would have laughed in their face.

  Life had been kind of cruel in the male department. She was used to men like that asshole who tried to assault her today. She glanced down at her hand and cringed. Son of a bitch, it looked bad. Maybe she should let Antoine take her to get the X-ray. At least it would give her peace of mind and him, too. They all seemed pretty upset about it. That was something she wasn’t used to. How could they really care so much, so soon when they hardly knew her? Sure the attraction was there. Obviously. But what would make this relationship work? She really wanted it to, but she feared their rules and their protectiveness put her on edge.

  This wasn’t the first time some guy tried to get into her panties. She had been dating Justin. He was starting to act distant, and no matter what she did, he seemed inattentive. She didn’t want her relationship with Pierre, Douglas, Michael, and Antoine to start off in such a way. Plus, they weren’t her boyfriends. Not yet and maybe never. She didn’t know a thing about these types of relationships. All she had to go by were her sisters, and their men seemed very protective as well.