“Take her clothes off,” Alex says, an order directed at Pascal, I assume, because the moment he says it, Pascal grasps hold of my feet and pulls me towards him. My instinct is to fight, but something inside me instantly relaxes at his touch. Something just clicks into place. I can’t even describe the feeling to myself, but the peace that settles is immediate. In fact, I can’t wait to get my clothes off all of a sudden. Could I be anymore sodding confused about all of this? There’s nothing soft about him undressing me, nothing romantic or caressing in the slightest. He’s ripping at cloth and handling me as if I’m something to be used, and every nerve in me is igniting at his aggression. He’s precise in his movements, as if he’s done this a thousand times before and knows exactly where to tear at clothes to remove them swiftly. I’m simply rolling around as he strips every inch of me away. Every piece of material is like another barrier being stolen from me.
Eventually, I’m left naked and panting in front of him as he stands back up and steps away again. There’s no movement from him at all as I squirm in turmoil on the sheets, occasionally trying to cover myself while waiting for something to happen. Why, I don’t know, but it’s just so raw, so clinical, and there’s no love flowing here, which feels awkward. He just stands there as if awaiting another instruction, almost serene in his frame as he gazes at me and breathes.
“Her first,” Alex’s voice says smoothly from the corner. I suck in a breath and watch Pascal’s green eyes sparkle back to life as he takes a step forward and rips at the cufflinks on his shirt. I immediately scramble backwards up the bed. I don’t know why… nerves probably. “Stay still, Elizabeth. I don’t want you chained.” Chained? My body stops at Alex’s command, and I watch as the bed dips with Pascal’s weight. Oh god, it’s really going to happen. I’m going to have sex with him. Oh Jesus, what am I doing?
“Alex, I…”
“Speak,” he snaps at me as I stare at Pascal and watch his smile broaden.
“I….”
“What’s your safeword, Elizabeth?”
“Chess.”
“Do you want to use it?” Do I? No, it’s just nerves. I do want this. I’ve asked for it, begged them really.
“No.”
“Then shut up,” he says. “Beg or scream. Nothing else.” I swing my eyes to him at the same moment as my legs are yanked apart and Pascal’s fingers are rammed inside me. My body instantly opens to him, legs widening with every twist and turn of those fingers as he prods and fetters about, thumb flicking and swirling as if he knows exactly how to make me come. And Christ, he does. My back’s arching, my legs trembling, my whole body screaming at him for more. I haven’t got a hope of even trying to pretend I’m not enjoying this. I can barely keep from coming as he pins my arm to the bed harshly to stop me writhing around so much. Another drive of his hand and I’m begging. It’s falling from my mouth like a chant of sorts. More, please, more, harder, faster. I can’t keep my mouth shut. It’s spilling out and driving me mad with the need to come. His mouth is suddenly on me, everywhere. My nipples are sucked and then bitten as his hand keeps working me, in and out, again and again as I feel his mouth moving downwards. My hand grasps at the sheet in frustration as I feel my wave of bliss coming at me, chasing its way across my skin and promising me those lights. I can’t breathe. I can’t even think, and the instant his warm mouth lands on my clit, I’m done. My whole body stills as I arch higher and shove myself into his hand, my sensitive nub into his mouth. Lights begin their flashing as shudders and trembling assault my body repeatedly, and he keeps pushing me for more. More. My leg is grabbed and pulled sideways again so I can’t gain any purchase to get away from his mouth, and he keeps biting at me, keeps prolonging the orgasm until I can’t stand it.
“Stop. I can’t. Please...” He keeps going, not listening to me in the slightest as I moan in near delirium from his assault, his tongue flicking and dragging across me as if I’m a toy, just something to be played with and used until he’s told to stop. I can’t breathe. Please, stop. “Please, I’m-”
“Enough.” Alex’s voice comes sharply from the corner. Pascal immediately removes his hand and mouth and leaves me panting in front of him as he kneels back on his haunches and stares down at me. I gulp in breaths to regain some semblance of order and stare at him as he wrenches at his belt and unbuttons his fly. The creak of the chair in the corner makes me snap my head in its direction. The man I love stands up and crosses the floor towards us as I pant out breaths. Everything about his movements tells me he’s horny, the swing of his legs, the slight tension in his back, the small tilt of his head as if he’s looking down on a scene he’s not really a part of. My Alex is disappearing. The man coming at us is losing himself, and at the moment, I could love him more for it if I tried. My hand reaches out for him as he halts by the side of me and rakes his eyes over my naked body. He doesn’t take it, just continues to peruse me inch by inch and eventually runs one finger across my breast. He takes my nipple in his fingers and pinches it roughly, causing me to arch into the pain and watch his mouth part in desire. He could so easily remove Pascal from this. He could push him away and take me himself, and I want him to do that. I want him to take me and use me, make his own version of love to me. I want his hand around my throat, claiming me, owning me, reminding Pascal that I’m not to be toyed with. I want to feel him in his darkness, let him do his worst and prove to me that I’ll still be able to reach him, that he’ll still hear me when I cry out for him.
He tilts his head at my panting and lets go of my nipple, then draws his fingers through my core slowly. The need to come again is instant, so much so that I moan out again and try to force myself down on his hand. He doesn’t let me, just moves his hand away and smirks a little, a disturbingly deviant look. He really is far too attractive for his own good in that dark place of his.
“I want to see her,” he says as he walks away. I have no idea what that means but Pascal leaps at the chance. He’s all over me, hands grasping and clawing as he flicks me over onto my stomach and I hear the scraping of chair legs coming across the room. My hips are hoisted high and my head is pushed down onto the sheets roughly as he manoeuvres me around. The scratch of his nails, every now and then, digs in and reminds me these aren’t Alex’s hands, that they belong to someone different. I gasp out in response to a sharp smack across my backside and then moan as he bites at the sting, heightening it ever more and increasing the level of pain. A chair arrives in front of me and I watch Alex sit down and cross his legs so he can see my face. He wants to see my eyes, and I know that because he taps my chin upwards as yet another hard slap echoes in the room and sends me reeling toward him. Everything in the room goes quiet, not literally, but all I can see is his eyes as he bores them into me, dark pools of lust as he just gazes at my reactions and watches me being shoved about. I can feel Pascal’s fingers driving in and out of me again, aggressively, but I’m not with him. I’m with the man in front of me, the man I love.
“I love you,” I pant out as he stares at me. He doesn’t answer me, doesn’t even flinch really as I feel the head of Pascal’s cock begin to rub up and down my core. My need for it consumes me as I watch the lust in Alex wash over him. I push back into Pascal, push hard and widen my eyes as he pushes his way in and grasps my hips. He’s so hard inside me, and I’m trembling in seconds. He pulls back and then drives back in with a groan of appreciation. It’s the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard from him. I did that. We did that, together, and I moan in response to it and let him pull me back onto him again and again. He’s so deep inside, and I can hear them both again, swirling around in my mind, talking to each other. Alex is telling him the speed, the pace, guiding his movements somehow and not allowing him a moment of his own choice behind me. I’m moaning and squealing in front of them both while Pascal increases his fervour, grating at the inside of me and filling me with a need to satisfy them both that I didn’t know I possessed. Pascal suddenly grabs my hair and yanks it backwards towards
him. I cry out at the force of it and let him drive in again as he pulls my whole body upright. He doesn’t care how much it hurts. He probably wants it to hurt, and at the moment, I couldn’t agree more because the feeling is exhilarating, consuming – nothing like Alex. He feels completely different as he grips me with more precise fingers and inflicts his version of pain on me. Less weighty, more biting with his hold as he slams into me, and forces me forward again. I can feel my orgasm coming at me now. It’s clawing its way through me, and begging me to erupt.
“Harder,” I call out as I continue to keep my eyes focused on Alex. “I need more than that, please?” I know I’m begging Alex for that, not the man behind me. I need his strength, his level of force, and this isn’t it. The corner of his mouth twitches slightly as he lifts his eyes above my head and nods. The moment he does, all sorts of pain assault me from every angle – slapping, biting, nipples twisting and the deepest drive from him I’ve felt yet. It’s so much that I scream in reply and my orgasm intensifies beyond any doubt. He lets go of my hair and pushes me back down again until my head is on its side looking at Alex. My mouth parts as I feel the sting of tears pricking my eyes and try to pull them back, but the pain is so intense that I can’t hold them in. I can’t fight them. I don’t even want to fight them, so I let them go and listen to the growling and groaning coming from Pascal.
His rhythm becomes erratic as he rams in and out, almost splitting me with his aggression, constantly driving and bucking and holding me in position as he gives me everything I’m asking for. Lights begin their flashing parade in my head, and I feel the drifty place calling at me, removing all the pain and just letting me float in that beautiful cloud. My muscles clamp, clench and grasp as I pant with every thrust and just let it all go. Heaven washes over me, pure bliss rolling over my whole body and tensing every muscle I’ve got as it releases in near exhaustion. I moan my way through it and try to keep my eyes on Alex, but I can’t. The moment I feel Pascal abruptly still inside me and call out something in another language, I need to close them. I need to allow myself a minute with him. Just with him. I just want a few minutes of connection with him to bind us closer as his come empties inside me. I can feel it filling me, hot and wet, as his fingers relax just a fraction and I get his version of a caress across my skin, a faint brush of his finger across my hip bone showing me a second of his care, of love maybe.
Minutes, or maybe hours, pass as I revel in the moment and feel him pulsing inside me. It’s just him and me for a few minutes, together, for us. I sigh out a relaxing breath as I let his touch soothe me back down again and try to memorise the feel of it. He’s so different to Alex, lighter with his caress now he’s come, softer somehow as he lingers near my thighs and drifts his fingers over me again.
“Open them,” Alex snarls in front of me. I slowly open them to find him gazing at me. “Was it all you hoped for, Elizabeth?” Oh god, what a question. How do I answer that? I can hardly breathe in my calm place, let alone think properly. Pascal’s still moving quietly inside me, still pushing the last of himself into me and now licking his way around my back, and still mumbling in another language.
“I... I’m...” I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to make this okay. I’ve just been fucked in front of the man I love and I couldn’t care less. It’s not normal. None of this is normal.
“Hmm...” That’s all I get as he slowly gets up and starts to undo his belt. I still my grinding and focus on him, because it’s all about him. Whatever he wants, I’ll do it. Whatever he needs from me in this moment, he can have it. If it makes him feel in control of what we’ve just done then he can take it and use it however he wants. Pain, binds, anything, he can have it all because he must be hurting from watching another man have sex with me, he must have felt that somehow. “Keep fucking her,” he says neutrally, all emotion lost as he grabs the back of my head and pulls me up the bed towards him. The instant I feel his hands on me, I’m moaning for him. He’s harder in his grip on me, bigger, stronger, and I’m melting into the remembrance of it. His hands, his grip, his weight are all so much more enticing than Pascal’s for so many reasons. His love, his warmth, my man, my throat, and his lust for me, his need, it all comes pouring out of just that one hand that’s touching me.
He pulls out his cock and just holds it there in front of my mouth, and before I know it, I’m stretching away from Pascal for it. I’m desperate to show him I love him, desperate to have him inside me to counter Pascal and show him his importance to me. I lick my lips and moan again at the thought as he swipes it across my mouth and then pulls it away again, teasing me and letting the taste of his come assault my senses. Pascal rams in behind me, hard as steel again, and sends me forward to Alex. I open my mouth for the penetration. His cock is instantly shoved as deep as it can go down my throat, and I’m held there by that one hand, filled by both of them. Again, Pascal drives in, and again, hitting the end of me and threatening my orgasm back to life. I can’t stop the moan bubbling in my throat as my lips widen to accommodate Alex’s cock, and I sense him thickening. He’s so close. It’s taking nothing but this show and me begging to get him ready to explode inside me. My hand taps his thigh gently in the hope that he’ll hear me, that he’ll remember I can’t breathe, and the instant I do, he relaxes his hold and pulls back so I can take a breath. He’s here. I’ve got him, and I’m quick to swallow him back down again in gratitude for him listening. He begins a pumping rhythm into my mouth and groans above me. It’s ten times the sound of Pascal’s voice and I can’t stop my sucking and licking. I’m so desperate for him to come in me so I can show him that the man behind me is irrelevant to us, that it doesn’t matter that he’s fucking me. Love and lust begin merging together in some sort of communal tie that has me greedily nipping and salivating over the thought as his groans get louder. His pace begins to falter and I know he’s ready so I let him take the weight of me by my hair and lift both hands up until they’re on his arse, pulling him closer, deeper. Pascal’s arm instantly wraps under me to support my weight as he starts grunting behind me, pushing his way in time and time again as his other hand now circles my clit rapidly and brings me close to another state of bliss. It’s the most erotic feeling of my whole life. Alex’s keeps shoving in and Pascal’s just drives me back to it, over and over again until I feel those lights beckoning and Alex tensing in my mouth. His hand claws into my hair and pulls my head to the left a little to hold me in place for one final drive, and then he explodes down my throat. My whole body goes rigid and gives in to the feeling as Pascal pinches his fingers into my stomach and fills me again from behind. The second he does, I feel those lights chasing across me. I feel them flooding every sense and shrouding me in a blanket of sweet torture. Coming together, all of us, using each other as beautiful, sinful, delicious sparks of utter bliss roll over me in waves and remind me why I’m here. For them, for him. For a different kind of love.
Chapter 25
Elizabeth
“I ’ll send Andrews for you at three,” he says as I climb out of the car and blow him a kiss. I hover at the side and look at him as he smiles in reply and then points at the building. It seems I have to go in while he waits. He’s been like that quite a lot lately, always watching me to make sure I get to wherever I’m going. In fact, most of the time he hasn’t let me go anywhere without him, or that arsehole I used to call Michael, at my side. It’s getting a bit silly to be honest.
I’m going to see Belle at home, although why I’m calling it home, I don’t know. Alex has been busy sorting out removal men for all my stuff so that it can be moved over to his. It’s all he’s been talking about since we got back from Berlin. Well, that’s not entirely true because he’s also been back on his phone an awful lot, shutting himself in his office and being secretive about stuff I have no idea about. But he’s been completely direct about me moving in with him, overly so, almost to the point of ridiculousness. I did try to say that we should wait until well into the new year, at least a
fter we’d moved the business into the new building, but he wouldn’t have a bar of it. He just picked up the phone and called a removal company while we were discussing it. He gave them my home address and told them to be there tomorrow morning, which happens to be New Year’s Eve. What the sudden rush is, I don’t know but he’s adamant about it, and now I’ve got to tell Belle. I’ve also got to start organising what I’m going to take.
Pressing the button in the elevator instantly reminds me of the cage in Berlin, and thoughts of Pascal come flying back. I smile at the memory and watch the floors flash in front of me as I run my fingers over my lips. After it happened, we all just gazed at each other, each in our own state of bliss as I lay there butt arse naked in front of two of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. Nothing was really said, no words spoken of any really content, just small smiles and gentle caresses from Alex as he held me close to him and watched Pascal like a hawk.
Eventually, the vampire put his coat back on with a simple nod of his head, brushed his fingers across my lips, and left us alone in that room. Whether Alex had asked him to leave or he went of his own free will, I don’t know, but I felt the tension leave Alex the moment he did. Within ten minutes of him going, he told me he loved me and wrapped me up in his arms even tighter. Wandering his hands over my skin to check for bruising or breakages, he said he was sorry. I don’t know what he was sorry for, and when I asked him, he wouldn’t reply. So, we just lay there and mumbled sweet nothings at each other until he picked up a part of my dress and smiled.
There wasn’t much left of it, so after some faffing around with his jacket and belt, I eventually made myself look somewhere near decent and slipped my heels back on as we left. The crowd watched us walk through, regardless of their positions of utter debauchery. Some of them knelt for Alex mid-thrust as the floor parted for us. Others simply bowed their heads or curtseyed. The party was in full swing but we weren’t staying to enjoy it apparently. He’d had enough and wanted nothing more than a bath with me to celebrate business, and fucking. I couldn’t have loved him more in that moment if I’d tried. That he refused all that to spend time with me was overwhelming.
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