Dominated: The Enforcers 2 (The Enforcers Series)

by Maya Banks

  She went up on tiptoe, her face a wreath of tortured pleasure. She was already so close to orgasm and he’d barely touched her! He slid deeper, pressing carefully against her G-spot, and she nearly came right then. Her legs trembled, her knees shook and buckled and if he hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed.

  “Easy, little one,” he said. “We have the entire night ahead of us. No need to rush, is there?”

  He pulled both hands away and she groaned in dismay. He laughed softly and then guided her toward the spanking stool Drake had positioned in the middle of the living room. Where on earth did he keep this anyway? She’d never seen it. What else did he have hidden in his vast apartment that she didn’t know about?

  Drake’s eyes were smoldering as his gaze raked over her naked body and Manuel’s hands resting possessively on it. Approval, lust and desire were reflected in those dark orbs and it gave her a heady thrill. She felt confident. Sexy. Desirable even.

  Her eyes met his and she smiled a mysterious sultry smile that promised the world, and it was a message he didn’t miss.

  He nodded to Manuel and then she found herself positioned belly down over the luxurious leather cutout of the bench. Manuel spread her legs while Drake took her arms and spread them. They tied her ankles and wrists to the mysterious loops she’d wondered about. Now she realized their purpose and her pulse accelerated with excitement because she was utterly helpless to take whatever they chose to do to her.

  She couldn’t wait.

  Manuel rubbed lightly over her ass, petting and caressing, spreading the cheeks, allowing cooler air to blow over the now-exposed intimate areas.

  “I want that pussy first,” he purred. “Then I’m going to fuck that sweet ass. And while I’m fucking you—and, Evangeline? I’m going to fuck you hard—you’re going to suck Drake’s dick. You don’t get to come until you get us both off. If you disobey my command, I’ll forget all about my decision not to mark your beautiful skin and I’ll make it so you can’t sit for a week.”

  She sagged, her muscles turning to jelly. She closed her eyes at the provocative image and swallowed hard. She didn’t want mercy. She wanted it all. Hard. Rough. She wanted the edgy pain that transformed to the most exquisite pleasure.

  She stirred restlessly, soft sighs escaping her lips, impatient for them to begin.

  A hand delved into her hair and at first she wasn’t sure if it was Drake’s or Manuel’s but no, it was Manuel, pulling almost painfully so that she faced an enormous, very erect penis jutting toward her lips.

  Drake.

  She moaned softly and licked her lips in anticipation.

  Drake’s answering groan drowned hers out. “You’re killing me, Angel.”

  “Open,” Manuel ordered, his voice cracking like a whip.

  All signs of the gentle, tender lover had disappeared, leaving in its place a fierce, dominant male, bristling with authority.

  Obediently she parted her lips and Drake surged inside, filling her with his familiar taste. She licked, swirling her tongue around the head, along the length as he pushed deeper. Her cheeks puffed out to accommodate him and the hand in her hair tightened.

  “That’s it,” Manuel rumbled. “Take it. Swallow him whole. Just as you’re about to do me.”

  Again, there was no warning, no preamble or workup. He entered her in one brutal thrust and she emitted a cry around Drake’s girth. God, it hurt. The delicious, decadent kind that no woman alive minded. She was impossibly stretched, not yet fully prepared for his entry, which made it all the more tight.

  He withdrew and slammed back into her, causing her to whimper.

  “Does it hurt, little one?” Manuel asked silkily.

  “Mmmm.”

  Laughter rumbled from his chest, vibrating him against her ass as he stood pressed against her, wedged as far as he could go inside her.

  “This is only the beginning,” Manuel whispered close to her shoulder. “I’m going to hurt you a lot more, but I guarantee you’ll love every minute.”

  Oh yes. She would. There was no doubt there. Pain mixed with the forbidden was a heady, euphoric sensation unlike anything she’d experienced in her life. Never would she have imagined enjoying the fine line between too much and not enough.

  When he hammered into her again, she tensed, every muscle in her body coiling as her orgasm rushed her, threatening to explode before she even realized it.

  Manuel ripped himself from her aching body and Drake plunged to the depths of her throat. Manuel brought his hand down over her ass in a sharp, stinging blow that yanked her from the hazy euphoria surrounding her.

  “Do not come,” he said harshly. “Or you’ll be getting a hell of a lot more than my hand.”

  Desperately she sucked air in through her nose, battling to get breath around Drake’s cock, which hadn’t so much as budged. She began to struggle but Manuel rendered another stinging blow to her other cheek.

  “Take it. You are not in control here. You are ours to do with as we want. Anything we want, Evangeline. Do you understand that?”

  She nodded, or at least she tried. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Forced herself to come down from her impending release, though her body tingled as though it had received an electric shock.

  Then Drake began to fuck her mouth in long, ruthless strokes, using her mouth as he would her pussy. Deep, hard, Manuel’s hand twisting in her hair and yanking back so she was powerless to escape Drake’s punishing thrusts.

  Then Manuel rubbed cool gel to the seam of her ass, pressing his thumb inward to lubricate the opening.

  “Not too much,” Manuel said, a smile in his voice. “I want you to feel it when I take that ass.”

  As if she wouldn’t.

  And as before, he gave her no time to prepare or adjust. He was on her, still holding tightly to her hair and spreading her with his other hand before jabbing into the tight, tender opening.

  Her eyes flew open, wide with shock, knowing he’d barely gained entrance and yet it felt as though he’d shoved a baseball bat up her ass. Oh God. She’d never survive this.

  “Take me,” he said harshly. “All of me, Evangeline. Take me now.”

  He surged forward, ruthlessly opening her in one brutal thrust, lodging himself so deeply that his hips flattened the globes of her ass.

  She was utterly filled. Drake in her mouth, her throat, and Manuel deep inside her ass. Trapped between two dominant, alpha males.

  Heaven.

  Remembering Manuel’s directive that she didn’t get to come until she’d gotten both men off, she went to work on Drake, lavishing him with her tongue, tightening the suction of her mouth until his hands gripped her head, holding her tightly as he fucked her in long, hard thrusts.

  “That’s a good girl,” Manuel purred. “Your woman wants to come, Drake.”

  “Yes, she does indeed. And she’s been a very, very good girl, so I say we give her what she wants,” Drake said in a husky, silky tone that sent shivers cascading over her back.

  Without further words, the men set a relentless pace, one that had Evangeline gasping for breath, her senses reeling, the entire room blurring around her. Her orgasm bloomed, unfurling like the softest petals of a rose in summer, but she staved it off, focusing all her attention on giving Drake as much pleasure as he would soon give her.

  Manuel swelled impossibly larger, his thrusts hard, frenzied, his hips slapping loudly against her behind. His hands gripped her hips, holding her so tightly she knew she’d wear the marks for days. And then with a shout, he ripped himself out of her, causing her to whimper at the sudden loss of the overwhelming fullness.

  Drake also yanked from her mouth and then she felt the hot splatter of semen from two directions spurting onto her lower and upper back. It was the most sinfully naughty sensation she’d ever experienced. Who would have thought that she, who’d until recently had no sexual experience at all, would be having a decadent ménage à trois with two of the hottest men she’d ever
met in her life?

  And one of them belonged to her.

  Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the blunt tip of . . . something . . . nudge her vaginal opening and then Manuel’s fingers gently caressing and stroking her throbbing clitoris. Her eyes went wide with shock when the object slid inside her, thick and hard, and she realized it must be a vibrator or dildo or whatever the sexual toy was called.

  “How do you want it, Evangeline? Soft and slow or fast and rough?” Manuel asked, stilling his motions.

  It was hard to form a coherent thought much less put it into words.

  “Soft and slow with your hand. Hard and rough with the . . .” she choked, unsure of what he was using exactly.

  Manuel chuckled. “Dildo, Evangeline. You have a dildo stuffed into your sweet pussy. And your wish is my command.”

  He began stroking her softly and slowly as she’d requested but then he began thrusting fast and hard with the dildo, making her cry out as her body strained against the bonds securing her.

  Drake knelt in front of her, his hands tangling in her hair, tilting her chin up to meet his kiss. His tongue swept in, tasting and ravaging her mouth. He swallowed her cries, inhaled her breaths and gave her his own. And when she came, she came screaming into his mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue and lips.

  She was jittering and shaking like a live electrical wire when Manuel carefully pulled the dildo from her still-spasming vagina. The walls clutched greedily at it, not wanting to let go of the delicious sensation of being stuffed so full. But it was nothing compared to the real thing and she wanted Manuel’s and Drake’s cocks. Deep inside her. Coming inside her. Branding her, possessing her, owning her.

  With Drake still kissing her and stroking his hands through her hair and caressing her face with gentle fingers, Manuel loosened the ropes and freed her. She sagged over the bench, too boneless to move. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to.

  Drake swept her into his arms and sat on the couch holding her on his lap while Manuel appeared with a drink, pressing it to Evangeline’s lips.

  “Drink,” Manuel said gently. “You must be thirsty. We must take care of our lady tonight. Can’t have her wearing out on us.”

  She smiled, peeking at him from underneath her lashes. “No chance of that happening.”

  She drank thirstily and Drake watched in fascination, in awe that the act of her drinking was sexy as fuck. Everything about her just did it for him. He knew he was in some deep shit, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t give one damn.

  Sometimes a man didn’t mind being well and truly captured and trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey. What man had a woman like his angel? She sensed Manuel’s desperation and his loneliness and she responded just as he would have expected her to. With compassion and such sweetness that one could get a toothache from it. The very best kind.

  The night was young and he had in no way exhausted his own need of Evangeline. Some might say he was one fucked-up man to not only allow but to actively seek out another man to command and fuck his woman. He gave a mental shrug. He’d long since stopped making excuses or trying to come up with explanations for the dark needs and desires that drove him. Some things just were, and this was one of them.

  His allowing another man to touch his woman, under his close watch, in no way diminished his fierce possessiveness when it came to Evangeline. If anything it made him more so because he knew how very lucky he was to find a woman who understood him. One who willingly gave in to his sexual kinks. Hell, reveled in them just as much as he did.

  And he knew Manuel was in no way sated either. Nor would he be when the night was over, but that was all his friend would have. A night. Never a regular arrangement. Only at Drake’s discretion and whim.

  Both men had in common the desire to please and pleasure Evangeline. To bring her to orgasm over and over, to hear her soft moans of ecstasy, her cries of pleasure and the warm glow of contentment in her beautiful blue eyes, hazy with passion.

  Drake exchanged glances with Manuel, and Manuel simply nodded. It was time. Manuel extended his hand to Evangeline and she slid her fingers over his palm to allow him to assist her up. His hands roamed over her body, cupping and caressing every curve and swell, paying special attention to her plump breasts, her ass, and then delving between her legs.

  Evangeline’s eyes went cloudy, her pupils dilating as passion flared in the dreamy orbs.

  “Turn around,” Manuel directed, freeing her from his hold.

  Obediently, she did as she was told and then Manuel drew her back against his chest and began walking them backward to the couch. He sat but put a firm hand to her back, silently telling her to remain where she was. Drake tossed him the lubricant and Manuel applied a generous amount to his dick, pumping up and down until he was as erect as Drake already was.

  But Evangeline did that to him. His own cock was straining upward, lying flat against his abdomen, pointing at his navel. He was about to burst from wanting to be inside her, and the knowledge that her ass would be stuffed full of Manuel’s dick, thus making her impossibly tight, had pre-cum leaking from the tip of Drake’s erection.

  “Sit down on me,” Manuel said, strain evident in his voice. “Back slowly down. I’ll guide you. Reach behind you and spread your ass for me.”

  Her cheeks went pink, a flush working its way up her neck until her entire face was rosy. But again, she did as instructed, instilling fierce pride in Drake at how magnificent this woman was.

  His woman. She belonged to him and only him, and the knowledge that he was making an overt claim, was openly acknowledging that fact, nearly brought him to his knees. He who’d never called anyone his. He who’d never had anyone, save his brothers. No one he cared about. No one who cared about him.

  It was humbling and yet it sent adrenaline spiking through his veins. A stunning revelation and one he’d never imagined admitting to anyone. But his men knew he’d staked his claim—there was no doubt about that. Anyone with eyes and a modicum of common sense could see that Drake was firmly snared, and the hell of it was he didn’t give a flying fuck who knew it.

  When his brothers had broached the subject of him going public, of making a very public statement that this woman was his, cherished and protected and not to be fucked with, he’d been reluctant. Hesitant. And yes . . . afraid. He who feared nothing and no one. Yet one fragile female scared the fuck out of him. Two months ago, he would have laughed in the face of anyone suggesting he’d be brought to his knees by a blond-haired, blue-eyed temptress. On the surface, he was the dominant, the one in control, but he knew the truth. He was anything but in control of his relationship with Evangeline, because he would move heaven and earth to make her happy, would do anything at all to keep her. He was, in effect, at her mercy.

  He watched as Evangeline slowly followed Manuel’s dictate and allowed him to grip her hips and pull her down to his lap. Her hands hesitantly slid over her luscious ass and then parted the globes, her breaths speeding up, the color still high in her cheeks as she battled her uncertainty.

  Even though she was self-conscious and unsure of herself, she obeyed every command given. And she did it for him. Even as she went willingly with Manuel’s firm pull, her eyes locked with his, never once looking away, as if she were telling him, This is all for you. Only for you. Always for you.

  His chest tightened to the point of a physical ache and he almost betrayed his emotions by rubbing it to alleviate the slight discomfort. Then her eyes closed as Manuel began penetrating her, strain evident in the crease of her brow, her breath puffing in quiet, audible sounds.

  “Open your eyes, Angel. Look at me. See only me.”

  She readily complied, and he lost himself in the smoky haze swirling in her eyes, the blue more brilliant, beckoning him to lose himself further.

  He was already hopelessly lost with no possibility of ever finding his way out. He had no desire to.

  She emitted a startled whimper when Manuel abruptly pulled her
all the way down, seating himself to his fullest depth in her ass. Manuel leaned against the couch, throwing his head back, his fingers digging fiercely into Evangeline’s hips. He stretched out his legs, spreading them, effectively spreading her wide as well so her pussy was open and exposed to Drake’s view.

  Manuel angled himself further down into the soft couch, sliding forward so Evangeline was perched on the very edge in perfect position for Drake. He remained still, Evangeline’s opening stretched impossibly wide around his cock. It didn’t look possible that she could even accommodate him. The position made her pussy entrance so much smaller, so small that Drake would have to work at getting inside her.

  Just the thought of her silky tissues trying to ward off his invasion and how exquisitely snug she would be around him had him sweating and already on edge, moisture seeping from the crown of his dick. It wasn’t possible that there could be a more incredible feeling in the world than her velvety walls wrapped around his cock, clutching and resisting as he persistently pushed his way in.

  Hell, if he managed to get balls deep in her, he’d come in two seconds. He’d never last and he was known for his rigid control and discipline. But with Evangeline he had none. She made him frantic, irrational, with no control over his release whatsoever.

  But damn if he wouldn’t enjoy every single minute—or rather second—of being balls deep inside her with her milking every drop of his come. And this time, he wasn’t pulling out. Neither was Manuel. They were going to fill her with their semen until it ran down her thighs, a visible stamp of their ownership and possession.

  Evangeline didn’t say a word. She was too disciplined and too determined to ever disappoint Drake by subverting his authority. But it was in her eyes as clearly as if she had made the request aloud.

  Please.

  As if he could deny her anything.

  “Spread her wider,” Drake directed Manuel.

  Evangeline’s eyes went wide and she automatically glanced down at her already splayed legs as if wondering how Manuel could spread her further.