Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire

by Aleatha Romig

  Lincoln nodded, then stroked his fingers back through Natalie’s silky hair, holding her gaze. “I’m begging, too, baby,” he whispered. “Please, suck me.”

  She bit her lip, then let out a sweet sigh. “Oh yes, Lincoln. I would love to.”

  He’d vanquished her, too, yet, in a way he’d think about later, she was his conqueror.

  Chapter Nine

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  Gazing up at him, Natalie wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

  “Aw, Christ.” Lincoln moaned.

  A drop of pre-come eased from his slit, and Natalie swiped it up with her tongue. “Oh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted to taste you,” she whispered for him.

  He glanced at Van. The kid’s eyes flared. He didn’t like his woman loving another man’s come so much. Yet he kept working that cock in his ass, his body rising, falling, legs straining to keep that steady rhythm.

  Lincoln eased Natalie’s head down. “Suck me, baby, God, please suck me.” He didn’t give a fuck if he was begging. She needed a man to beg for her.

  Her lips slid down over his crown, and she allowed him to glide all the way in, down to her hand fisted at his base.

  “Shit, woman, your mouth is fucking heaven.” He needed Natalie to know. He wanted Van to hear.

  She pulled hard on the slide back up, then surrounded his tip with her lips and suctioned hard, working him. His head, both of them, damn near wanted to explode. She caressed the slit with her tongue.

  “Fuck, fuck, that’s so fucking good.” Breath hissed through his teeth. They weren’t just words; they were emotions wrenched from deep within him.

  He put his head back, flexed his ass, and pumped, savoring the silk of her mouth. He’d known his share of amazing cocksuckers, but Natalie was more. She was special. What she lacked in technique, if anything, she made up for in worship. Groaning, moaning as she licked and sucked, it was as if his cock were the best she’d ever tasted. When she must have figured she’d teased the head enough, she slid down again, deep-throating him for one brief, heavenly moment, then backing off.

  “God, yes, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  Van made a noise, a snort, of disbelief or defiance. That kid was pushing it.

  She took possession of his crown again, her tongue teasing just beneath the ridge. Then she glided her fingers up his shaft, using the moisture from her lips to stroke him hard and fast just below the tip.

  “God, you’re such a sweet girl.” He closed his eyes, savoring her touch. How could she know to stroke exactly that way? Every man had subtle differences in his likes and dislikes. Every man had one special spot that made him crazy. She had found his.

  “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered. He never said things he didn’t mean, and Christ, the words came from gut-deep. He trailed his fingers through her hair, the feel of it as erotic as her mouth on him.

  He allowed his groans and sighs to well up, sounds to punctuate the words. The noises Van had made for the dominatrix, Natalie craved them. Lincoln’s pleasure echoed off the walls of his dungeon.

  “Natalie, you should squeeze his balls. He’ll love that.”

  Lincoln opened his eyes and stared Van down. What the fuck? “Do not dare instruct your mistress on how to suck me.”

  His command came too late. The kid had already spoiled Natalie’s moment. She’d gone still, and his cock slipped from her lips. Fuck.

  The kid dropped his chin to his chest in a form of supplication Lincoln was sure he didn’t mean. “I’m so sorry, Master. I just wanted to help.”

  The little asswipe was indeed jealous, trying to manipulate and undermine Natalie’s sexual self-confidence.

  “So you think you can do better, is that it, slave?”

  Van shook his head. “No, Master, I would never presume that.”

  Lincoln tipped Natalie’s chin up, his cock bobbing close, leaving a tiny smear of come on her skin. Like a brand, the glisten of it delighted him.

  “I believe our little asshole slave is issuing a challenge, baby. What do you think I should do?”

  She scanned his face, flitting from one eye to the other as if she would see something different in each one.

  “Shall we prove who the more delicious cocksucker is, my sweet?” He let a smile grow on his face. “I’m pretty fucking sure I know who will win.” He stroked a finger along her jaw, ending at the drop of come he’d branded her with. “I need you to be sure, too.”

  He’d made a man suck his cock before. It was part of submission: who was master, who was slave. He used the method to demonstrate his dominance. One could always tell whether a male submissive was looking for it. And Van was.

  But more, Lincoln needed Natalie to meet the challenge, to prove to herself that she was better than the boy who had ill-treated her.

  She gazed up at him, her eyes a deep green. “You’d do that for me?”

  “This whole night is for you, baby.” He didn’t give a fuck if Van heard that, didn’t give a damn what the asswipe thought about it. He cared only for what Natalie needed.

  She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Lincoln stroked her cheek, her jaw.

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  Natalie could swear she’d never felt a more gentle, caring caress before in her life. Opening her eyes, she trailed her hands down his thighs, gripping the hard muscle. He had the most beautiful, long, thick hard cock she’d ever taken in her mouth. She hadn’t had a plethora of lovers, but Lincoln was far above most men. She’d known and admired him for so long. The last three days had only made her emotions stronger. He was like no other. The way he crooned to her as she sucked, feeding her with words and sounds that filled her to the brim. And offering to let another man suck his cock to prove she was better at it. That was the oddest show of one-upmanship she’d ever heard, yet it made perfect sense tonight.

  His taste was ambrosia, the way he’d touched her with such reverence and the sounds he made nipping at her heartstrings. He had catered to her needs, and now he wanted to slam down Van just for her.

  “Yes, please, I want this.” She turned her face into his hand, kissing his palm. “We need to see if our little slave can prove he’s good enough for you.” She glanced at Van, smiled devilishly. “We’ll see what he’s made of.” She admired the strength of her own voice.

  Playing mistress to Van gave her power, but playing lover to Lincoln gave her self-esteem.

  “He’ll never compare.” Lincoln bent to take her lips in the sweetest of kisses, short though it was. Then he stepped in front of Van, snapped his fingers, and demanded, “Suck me, you fucking little slut.”

  And Van took him, a fire blazing in his eyes. Natalie was sure he’d wanted this all along, maneuvered it.

  For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, the sight actually closing off her throat. She’d never imagined two men could look so beautiful together, and she knew it was all about Lincoln, his perfect form, hard muscles, strong thighs, thick calves, but mostly the magnificence of his cock. She wanted to touch, stroke, put her hand to the firm globe of his ass and squeeze, bite, own his body. His cock sliding between Van’s lips was hard, sleek flesh. She loved his taste still lingering on her tongue. Her mouth watered for more. This was the beauty Van had seen watching her take Lincoln’s cock in her mouth, the reason he’d become jealous.

  Two men, together, it should have horrified her. A week ago, it would have. Yet this was such an oddly masculine sight. This was Mr. Masters, a man fully in his prime, dominating a mere puppy. A master shoving his cock deep into his submissive’s willing mouth. No force or coercion or edge of violence, but powerful just the same.

  Finally, Natalie couldn’t resist a touch. Shifting closer, she trailed two fingers down the crease of Lincoln’s buttocks. “How is he?” she asked softly, mesmerized by the flow of hard, wet flesh.

  “Nowhere near as good as you, baby.” Lincoln stroked her hair. She loved the way he touched her, soft caresses. They could almost be nonsexual, yet they
heated her.

  At Lincoln’s negation, Van sucked harder, took his cock deeper, his cheeks concave with suction.

  “You know, Van,” she said, sounding casual, “your master likes it better if you suck on the head and stroke right below the ridge at the same time.” She raised one brow. “Would you like me to show you?”

  His mouth full, Van merely grunted, glowering at her.

  She felt deliciously wicked, bold, and bitchy. It was wonderful, bringing her into the tableau instead of being just a voyeur.

  Following the line of Lincoln’s butt, she dipped down to the sensitive stretch of tissue between his ass and balls, rolling her finger over it. He groaned, the first sound of pure pleasure he’d uttered since Van had goaded him. “Oh yeah, baby. That’s so damn good.” He made it all about her touch instead of Van’s mouth. “You’re fucking outstanding.”

  She reached between them to cup his testicles, gently palpating them.

  “Christ, yes. Baby, your hand is so smooth and soft.”

  Realizing he was losing control of his master, Van finally heeded her advice, backing off to suck the tip of Lincoln’s cock, massaging just beneath the crown with fingers and thumb.

  Lincoln tucked her hair behind her ear. “At least he can follow instructions,” he drawled; then his voice softened. “Don’t stop stroking, baby. It makes up for what he’s not capable of.”

  Oh, they were bad. Perhaps this was the humiliation part of BDSM she’d read about. Van’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t stop sucking.

  She brought her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Run your tongue around the ridge. He loves that.”

  She squeezed and stroked Lincoln’s balls. He groaned, and Natalie went on with her whispered instructions. She’d sucked him briefly, yet learned so much from his precious sounds.

  “You’re a very good teacher, baby. He’s actually improving under your tutelage.” Lincoln gazed down at her, dropped his voice to seduction level. “You know me so well, fucking better than anyone.”

  Van tensed, getting the impression Lincoln wanted to impart, that the two of them had been lovers for a long time.

  She pushed Van’s chest, widening the space between them everywhere but mouth to cock. Leaning in, she held Lincoln’s sac close for a long swipe of her tongue, then sucked him into her mouth, licking the smoothly shaven skin. He smelled of fresh soap and clean sweat.

  “Oh fuck, Christ.” He fisted his fingers in her hair. “God, that’s too fucking good, baby, oh baby.” She thrilled to every word, every groan, every sound welling up from his throat. He panted, his breath harsh and needy.

  She circled his perineum, pushed the sensitive spot harder, all the while sucking and licking his testicles. His legs began to shake, trembling against her shoulder.

  “Oh sweet Jesus, baby, you’re making me crazy.” He ended with a guttural “Fuck.”

  With Van’s chest pressed to her arm, his heart thumped fast and hard against her muscle. The moans he made in his throat as he sucked vibrated through her. The bob of his body on the dildo caressed her breasts. It was all so incomprehensibly and utterly erotic. The throaty noises so close to her ear, Lincoln’s cock in his mouth, the swish of Van’s lips and the motion of his fingers, the taste of salty male perspiration on her tongue, it was near to driving her mad. She wanted more, more, and more, any and every tantalizing act Lincoln would give her.

  Then he shoved Van back, holding him away with the grip of white-knuckled fingers in his hair, breath harsh and fast. Gazing down at Natalie, Lincoln’s eyes were deep, dark, hypnotic.

  “I told you this night wouldn’t end before I fucked you.” Releasing Van, he grabbed her chin. “And I’m going to fuck you now in front of the slave. Tell me how badly you need it.”

  Her heart swelled, straining against her chest. “Yes, please, I need it now.”

  His gaze blazed with dark heat. “How badly?”

  “I’ll die if I don’t have you.” In that moment, every word was sacred.

  Lost in her emotions of desire and need, Van just seemed superfluous then, the lines of his face tight and strained.

  Lincoln grabbed a condom from the open cabinet. His cock hard, throbbing, she had no doubt it was for her alone, and nothing to do with Van. Going to his knees before her, Lincoln tore the package and rolled on the condom in one fluid movement.

  Then he lifted her skirt, gazed at her neatly trimmed mound. “God, you’re so pretty.” His tone was so awed, reverent, he touched her heart once again with his words.

  She couldn’t help glancing at Van. His eyes down in submission, she couldn’t be sure whether he was masking his thoughts or playing his role.

  “Straddle me,” Lincoln said, pulling her thigh up.

  She rose above him. Gathering her skirt in his hands, he wrapped it back over her hips, revealing her completely as he held her butt in his firm grip. Then, for a long moment, he was utterly still but for a vein pulsing in his cock.

  “Look at me,” he whispered.

  She met his eyes and couldn’t begin to fathom his thoughts. She wanted to see too much, a tenderness, emotion beyond lust. God help her, she wanted it for more than just this night.

  “Take me, baby.”

  His words reached all the way to her throat. Something prickled in her eyes. She blinked it away, then settled her hands on his shoulders, and drew her other leg over him. His cock rose between her thighs, his heat arcing straight to her pussy. Her body was wet, needy, and yet she was terrified that this was one step she couldn’t recover from. His thighs bunched as he lifted slightly to nudge her opening. With his hands on her ass, he pulled her down to meet him.

  His whispered “Fuck me, baby” was like music, elemental with so much honesty in it.

  She took him inside her, just his crown, and oh God, he felt so good. Big, thick, stretching her. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

  He thrust slowly with the rise and fall of his thighs, going deeper with each pump.

  “You’re so tight and hot and wet.” He groaned for her. “So fucking good on my cock.”

  She moaned and began to ride, matching his rhythm until she felt him slide high and deep inside her, touching a part of her Van had never even been close to.

  “Baby, how you fuck me.” His breath caught. “Jesus, you fit like no one ever has.”

  Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back. If this was a dream, she couldn’t let it fade. He held her still for a series of short, fast, hard pumps with his powerful thighs, his cock riding right over her sensitive G-spot. Then he slowed, the friction so intense, she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. She’d thought the vibrator had taken her to new territory, introducing new sensations, a G-spot orgasm from the inside out. Yet it was nothing compared to the feel of Lincoln’s flesh and blood buried deep within her body, his voice caressing her.

  He made her feel more than she’d ever hoped for. “Oh God, Lincoln, what are you doing to me?”

  The rough hair of his thighs rubbed her bottom. His salty scent clouded her mind, fingers pressing into her flesh, controlling her, driving her higher.

  Then his voice rumbled, “Hold her skirt.”

  Startled, she snapped her eyes open when Van’s hand touched her hip, pulling her skirt high. Lincoln’s fingers dropped to her pussy. “You’re so sweet and wet, baby.” He thumbed her clitoris.

  Natalie met Van’s gaze. “Yeah, baby, fuck him.” Not mistress, not Natalie, but baby, in the same sweet tone Lincoln had used.

  As if it were permission she’d been waiting for, Natalie let go. And the man she gave herself to was Lincoln.

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  Sucking in her bottom lip, Natalie moaned, and tensed her pussy to draw him deeper inside where she needed him.

  “That’s it, baby, take me.” Lincoln circled her clit, making her burn.

  Van added his groans to the erotic mix. “Fuck, that’s hot. I never knew it could be like this, Natalie. Fuck him, baby, fu
ck him hard. Make him yours.”

  Lincoln hitched her closer, his hand between them, heart beating against her breasts. He moaned into her hair as he thrust harder, deeper. “Sweet Jesus, Natalie, make me come.”

  He pulsed inside her. She cried out as his finger’s fast circle on the outside sent shivers all the way to her toes, then crashing right back to her core.

  Lincoln’s breath puffed at her ear. “So good, baby, so good.” It was almost a religious chant.

  “Fuck him, Nat,” Van urged. “Fuck him like he’s never been fucked before.”

  Between the two of them, she felt enveloped in desire and need. Her whole body shuddered, forcing a gasp from her lips. “Oh God.” Something white-hot built inside her. “Please, please, please, Lincoln, oh my God.”

  Van’s fingers dug into her butt, the pain as sensual as the pleasure, and she realized in some faraway part of her that this feeling was what Van had searched for with his dominatrix. This overwhelming sensation that was as much emotional and mental as it was physical.

  The white heat deep inside seemed to burst, spreading through her like wildfire. She dug her thumbs against Lincoln’s collarbone, riding the last few laps hard and fast, crying out as her body trembled beyond her control. Lincoln wrapped his arm tight around her, squeezing the breath from her lungs as the hot pulse of his climax shuddered through him. Holding him equally as tight, his groans resonated in her chest, and she could almost feel the rush of blood in his veins.

  “God, Nat, the cock ring, please.”

  Her body still throbbing, she opened her eyes to Van’s contorted face, his body rising and falling to the dildo in his ass.

  “Let him come,” Lincoln whispered.

  She yanked the snaps of the leather cock ring they’d made him wear. Van shouted, the spurt of his come involuntary, landing hot against her thigh, dripping down her leg, and he collapsed in a ball next to them.

  Lincoln pulled her face into his neck. Licking the salt from his skin, she breathed in the delicious scent of his sweat. Then he lifted her chin to take her mouth in a long, drugging kiss as his cock spasmed inside her with aftershock.