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

  It would be better for her to handle this situation alone. Besides, Vincent probably got the message to not mess with her again. If he were stupid enough to pursue her anyway, then she would tell them. Pierre would be the most pissed off. She just knew it.

  She looked in the cabinets in the bathroom and found deodorant and an extra package of toothbrushes. She grabbed one and used the men’s deodorant along with the toothbrush. Who cared if she smelled like one of the guys when she went downstairs? She stepped into her black thong underwear and instantly thought of Michael. What a tease he was, and look where it had led them.

  She picked up her dress, glad the material was so soft and didn’t wrinkle, then stepped into it. She adjusted her boobs and was keenly aware of how oversensitive her body felt. Her nipples were still hard, her breasts tender and full, and damn it, as she thought of the guys, she felt her pussy throb. This was insane. She’d never felt anything like this before and it scared her. The sex was incredible, and she truly had feelings for all four of them. But maybe it was time to call it a night? Maybe she needed some time to process everything that had occurred.

  She hoped they didn’t push for more information about Vincent. Pierre would flip. He had Isaac, and seemed very intense. They were all intense, including Isaac.

  No, she wouldn’t say who it was. She didn’t want to cause trouble in Pierre’s business life and profession. It would set the relationship off badly. She also wouldn’t allow Michael to inform the police. That would mean gossip and bad business even for her. She had to forget about it and focus on what was to come in a relationship with four sexy, powerful men.

  Mikayla took one last look in the mirror and headed downstairs.

  * * * *

  “We need to explain the rules to her now, tonight. The situation today is unacceptable,” Pierre stated to his brothers.

  “I agree with Pierre. We don’t know a lot about Mikayla, and if she’s keeping secrets, secrets that could bring harm to her, then we need to enforce our rules,” Michael added.

  “Before Mikayla came along, years ago, we talked about getting involved with one woman and sharing our lives, we talked about our individual rules and demands. Have we forgotten about that list?” Antoine asked as he looked around at his brothers.

  “No. You’re right, Antoine. We need to talk to her tonight and fill her in on our demands,” Douglas said as Mikayla walked into the kitchen. Pierre caught sight of her, but it was too late. She had overheard them.

  “What demands are you talking about, Douglas?” she asked, filled with attitude. She was fully dressed and looked just as appealing as when she first arrived with Antoine.

  Michael reached for her and took her hand.

  “Come sit down. Would you like a glass of wine?” he offered, and Douglas poured a glass of red wine for her then passed it to Antoine, who passed it to Michael for her.

  She took a seat between Michael and Antoine but looked directly at Pierre.

  “You smell really good,” Antoine whispered then leaned in close to nuzzle her neck.

  “She smells like me. Did you use my bodywash and my deodorant?” Michael teased, caressing her thigh. Her legs were crossed, and she looked absolutely sexy and sophisticated. She belonged to them, and Pierre would make certain she was well protected.

  “Maybe I did,” she replied to Michael.

  “You can use my shower anytime, baby, as long as I get to join you in that shower,” he teased her, and she blushed. Pierre felt the chemistry between all of them. This sharing thing worked for their parents. It was going to work for them as long as they were honest and didn’t keep secrets.

  “Mikayla, there are some rules we need to go over with you,” Pierre interrupted as she took a sip of wine.

  “Rules?” she asked, appearing a little uncomfortable.

  “Yeah, sugar. There are certain rules we came up with when we decided to pursue a ménage relationship,” Michael added.

  “We’re all unique individuals with certain demands and expectations. It’s important that you understand this as we move forward,” Pierre continued.

  “It sounds kind of businesslike. What exactly are you getting at, Pierre?” Mikayla asked him.

  “Today’s incident is unacceptable. No woman of ours is going to keep secrets from us and accept being attacked by some fucking dickwad because she feels she must be independent and in control. You’re our responsibility now. We expect better, and we expect the truth.” He raised his voice. He was adamant about this situation. He didn’t like people doing things behind his back, and he didn’t like the fact that some unknown woman beater ran loose on the streets.

  Mikayla rose from her seat.

  She looked around the room at all their faces.

  “This is how you all feel? You expect better, Pierre?” she asked, appearing insulted.

  Michael took her hand, and she pulled it away, moving toward the side of the table and closer toward the doorway.

  “Perhaps you should have made your ‘demands’ earlier.”

  Pierre stepped toward her, trying to rein in his control before he lost it. He would find out who the asshole was before tomorrow morning whether Mikayla wanted to tell him or not.

  “Mikayla, we each have hopes and expectations in a relationship like this. That’s what Pierre is trying to tell you. We need to be honest with each other. We need to talk about things that may be concerning us. This is for your safety, and it’s also for our peace of mind. We want to ensure your happiness,” Antoine interrupted.

  “Wasn’t going on a few dates with each of you supposed to help in that department?” she snapped back at Antoine.

  “You put yourself at risk today. You have yet to tell us what went down and who this guy is,” Douglas added in now. Pierre was glad because for a moment he thought he was the only one who was annoyed with the situation.

  “This thing between us is just getting started. Why is it that I’m the one who seems to have to make all these changes? I run my own business, I have responsibilities, and I need to keep my distance.”

  “Keep your distance?” Michael exclaimed.

  She turned to look at him, her expression showing fear and weakness. Pierre recognized it immediately. She was afraid. Perhaps afraid of this type of relationship or maybe she had been hurt before? He wondered if this had something to do with the jerk that hurt her.

  “We would never hurt you, Mikayla,” Michael began to say when she raised her hand for him to stop talking.

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Michael. I’m beginning to understand what it is you all want in this relationship. Perhaps you are all used to women falling over you and running to you with a snap from your fingers, I don’t know. I’m not that kind of woman. I’ve had one shitty relationship and it took a lot for me to even consider going on separate dates with the four of you with the possibility of getting involved with all four of you. That’s a lot in a matter of a week.”

  “Does the shitty relationship have anything to do with the guy that hurt you today?” Michael asked.

  “No! Damn it, will you stop with the interrogation already. It was just some jerk that tried to make a move on me. I handled it and broke his damn nose so just drop it. If he contacts me again or comes around, I’ll call the police,” she stated angrily.

  “You’ll call one of us,” Douglas added.

  “It has nothing to do with your ex?” Pierre asked. And Mikayla placed her hands on her hips and gave him such a stern and annoyed expression he nearly laughed. She looked so defiant and sexy his dick hardened.

  “No,” she snapped back at him, and he raised his eyebrows at her. She cringed a moment then recovered. Now was a good a time as any to explain punishments to Mikayla.

  “Now that I have your attention, we need to discuss punishment.”

  Mikayla gasped.

  “What?” she asked, and he couldn’t help but be aroused.

  He glanced at his brothers who all stood around her now
in the kitchen.

  “If you lie to us, keep information that could harm you in any way from us, defy our commands that keep you safe, or disobey what we ask of you, then you will be punished whatever way we see fit,” he stated, looking her over.

  “I don’t understand,” Mikayla replied.

  “It’s simple, Mikayla. Each of us is committed to this relationship. You have become our top priority. If you deliberately place yourself in danger or do anything that could potentially cause you harm, then there will be consequences,” Antoine stated.

  She looked at him, appearing shocked, and then she looked at Douglas and Michael then back at Pierre. It appeared as if she were processing the idea.

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Pierre.

  “Are you serious? What kind of punishments?” she asked, and Pierre stepped closer to her but didn’t touch her. He held her gaze, looking her over completely, taking advantage of the half a foot height difference he had on her.

  “They will vary depending on whom you’ve disobeyed or who caught you placing yourself in potential danger, but you most definitely will be spanked.” He slowly walked around her, gliding his finger up her arm, over her shoulder, down her back, and to her perfectly round ass. He squeezed then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She gasped but didn’t resist, so he leaned forward, kissing her bare shoulder then her neck before reaching her ear. He squeezed his arm and thrust the bulge in his pants against the seam of her ass. She stirred in his arms.

  “You must abide by the rules, Mikayla. Do you accept and understand?” he asked her.

  “When does it start?” she asked, surprising him.

  “It began after the first date.”

  She swallowed hard.

  “Accept it, Mikayla. It’s for your own safety, and it shows all of our commitment in this relationship.” Michael moved closer and stood in front of her.

  Pierre couldn’t resist her with her scent invading his senses. He rubbed his hand along her left thigh, under her dress, and straight to her mound.

  She gasped and moved forward only for Michael to take her hands and entwine his fingers with hers.

  Pierre rubbed softly across the material, feeling her juices begin to soak through. She was wet immediately. It turned her on. She would probably disobey them on purpose, the little minx.

  “Oh,” she whispered, and Pierre licked her skin as Michael held her hands. Michael leaned forward as Pierre glided his fingers under the thin elastic, pulling her panties lower. Michael kissed her softly on the mouth just as Pierre pressed a finger into her cunt.

  * * * *

  It was too much for her to handle. Mikayla was going to fall apart in their arms, in front of all of them. When she first heard punishments and orders, she freaked out, but then the way Pierre and Michael described it as safety and protection, she began to hope that they were being honest. The thought of being spanked for some reason turned her on. She never would have thought it would have, but it did.

  Michael held her hands so she couldn’t resist Pierre’s seduction. Her pussy throbbed and ached for more, and Pierre now added a second digit to her pussy, pressing up then slowly pulling out. It was tortuous.

  Michael leaned in closer to kiss her, and she immediately kissed him back. It was intense and overwhelming. There were so many sensations. She felt Pierre’s fingers move faster, and with his cock pressing against her ass, she wished he weren’t wearing any pants right now. His hold was firm, and every time he pressed into her pussy his arms tightened around her midsection.

  Michael released her lips and she moaned.

  “She looks so hot,” Antoine stated then reached over to kiss her even though Michael still held her hands.

  Antoine pressed his hands against her breasts and slowly pushed the material down.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered then leaned down to swipe his tongue across her breast. Antoine licked and nibbled on her nipple then pulled, causing an imaginary string direct to her pussy to activate. She moaned again, and moisture leaked from her mound.

  “Grab the island, Mikayla, now,” Pierre told her. Michael released her hands, and she reached for the rim of the island. Immediately Michael’s hand covered her left hand, and Antoine’s hand covered her right wrist. She assumed he didn’t want to hurt her hand.

  She could feel Pierre pull his fingers from her pussy, and she was disappointed. What was he doing?

  “Oh, no don’t,” she stated over the counter.

  Then she heard a zipper go down, the tearing of foil, and Pierre’s cock at her pussy.

  He gently pinched her clit as he thrust his cock against her folds but didn’t penetrate.

  “This is ours. You belong to us. Each of us, Mikayla. Do you accept our rules and everything that will come from this relationship?”

  She was on fire—from his words, his commanding tone, the way her breasts felt pressed up over the marble island, and his possessive touch.

  “Yes, yes, please.” She panted, and Pierre pressed his cock into her channel with one deep thrust.

  Mikayla moaned and held on to the counter the best she could while Pierre thrust into her from behind. With every stroke Michael and Antoine held her hand and wrist then reached in to cup her breast. Pierre quickened his strokes, wrapped an arm around her waist, and shoved inside of her one final time.

  He growled against her shoulder, and Michael cupped her hair and leaned down to devour her cries of pleasure.

  She felt Pierre move, and then she felt someone else behind her. Again there was the sound of foil tearing and large hands gripping her hips.

  “My turn, sweetness,” Douglas whispered against her neck, kissing her then licking along her skin. She felt his fingers press softly to her folds and play with her clit. Her body reacted immediately, and he was impressed.

  “So fucking wet for us. It’s going to be a pleasure getting to know this ass, Mikayla, and this pussy.”

  His words caused a slew of emotions to encase her mind and body. She tried to push back to let him know she wanted him inside of her, but he had other plans.

  His fingers pressed to her pussy, stroking and bringing more juices from her body to lubricate his finger.

  He pulled from her, and she moaned, lifting her ass back against him. Simultaneously she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance and his finger pushing against her puckered hole.

  “Oh!” she moaned as he pressed both inside of her at the same time.

  She felt the slight burning as his finger pressed through the tight rings while his cock invaded her channel. In and out he kept both his finger and cock moving inside of her. She could feel the heel of his palm press against her ass cheeks as his finger invaded her ass. It stimulated her senses and sent her pushing back against his finger.

  “Oh yeah, you like my finger in your ass while I’m fucking this pussy, huh, Mikayla?” Douglas asked while tilting his hips and pressing her harder against the counter. She was speechless until she felt the slap to her ass.

  “Ouch!” she exclaimed, and her body betrayed her verbal reaction as the sloshing sound filled the kitchen.

  Douglas continued to torment her until she sensed Michael doing something next to her. She looked to her side, nearly panting for air, to see Michael with his cock in his hand sitting on the stool a mere foot away from her.

  “Let go of the counter, Mikayla,” Douglas ordered as he pulled his finger from her ass and wrapped an arm around her midsection.

  She did as she was told, and he turned her toward Michael. She knew what they wanted, and she complied.

  Mikayla licked her lips and took Michael’s cock into her mouth. Douglas increased his thrusts, sending her face deeper onto Michael’s lap where his male scent consumed her.

  “Oh yeah, sugar, just like that, so good,” Michael complimented then ran his fingers through her hair and held her head guiding her up and down on his shaft.

  She felt so wild and sexual
right now but tight as if something else would set her free.

  Douglas thrust into her a few more times before he grabbed her breasts, pulled, then exploded inside of her calling her name.

  She continued to suck on Michael as Douglas kissed along her neck, her spine, and then her ass as he pulled from her body.

  She felt her dress lying bunched up against her waist and knew that her ass was waving in the wind, but she didn’t care. She felt so naughty and alive.

  The cool air caressed her pussy and her ass cheeks making her need and hunger grow. Then she felt someone behind her. It was Antoine.

  * * * *

  Antoine was so fucking hard right now he knew he wouldn’t last long at all. Mikayla was accepting their rules and their commitment to her. What better way than allowing them to have her like this in a fantasy they would remember and repeat in the future.

  He grabbed the tube of lube that Pierre had gotten and pressed some to his finger and then to Mikayla’s ass. He massaged her cheeks and pressed a finger to her anus. She jumped but continued to suck on Michael.

  Michael reached down and massaged her ass as Antoine got ready to fuck her.

  “Such a great fucking ass. Don’t you think so, Antoine?” Michael asked, and Mikayla moaned against his cock.

  Antoine reached down to play with her clit then press a finger to her pussy. “So wet, baby. Do you want my cock, honey?” he asked, and she nodded her head. Michael caressed her ass and her lower back then shoulders with his free hand.

  Antoine pushed the tip of his cock against her puckered hole waiting for her response. His fingers played with her pussy, and she pressed back against him in acceptance. He slowly watched as his cock disappeared in her ass. It was an amazing sight as he clenched his teeth and slowly penetrated deeper.

  Michael watched from above.

  “Fuck!” he stated then held Mikayla’s head in place as he thrust up into her.

  “I’m coming, baby!” Michael yelled then exploded inside of her.