by Melissande
He slid the leather-wrapped knob of the flogger over her asshole and down through the petals of her sex, rubbing it enticingly over her clit.
She went to hands and knees, thrust her hips to get more of it.
"You are insatiable." Torturously he dragged it over flesh rippling with quicksilver need—
Until finally, finally, he inserted it, twirling it just barely inside her, taunting her.
She parted her thighs, lowered her torso and thrust her bottom upward, begging for more. She was burning to ask, breathing hard.
But an instant of sanity brought her back enough to remember.
He was forgetting whose turn it was. Who had issued the challenge.
She struggled to rein in her lust. Rose and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "I met the last dare," she reminded him, working her hand up and down his shaft, brandishing the beautiful ruby head of it at the Frenchman while she kept her eyes on Sam's. "Are you planning to forfeit? Let me win because you're too scared to let another man suck your dick?"
He eyed her, his expression both amused man accustomed to control and to watching…
And the sexy rogue, appalled but…intrigued.
"You'll like it," she purred. "He might even be as good as me."
She teased another lavish, slow lick over the head of Sam's cock, then trailed her tongue down the shaft and back up.
The Frenchman groaned. "Chère…"
She glanced over. "You want this beautiful dick in your mouth, don't you?" She let her wildness out when she looked at Sam. "Do this. Watch your cock slide down his throat."
"Dani…" Sam warned, squeezing one globe. But his cock leaped in her hand.
"Do you need to…punish me, is that it?" She tossed back her hair. "A trade, then, shall we? One lash for one lick?" She stroked her ass, displaying it for him. "I'll go first."
His eyes blazed. "God, you are so—"
"Hot?" She glanced around at the others. "I think we're all clear on that. Or did you mean to say adventurous, maybe? Again…check." She met his gaze head-on. Caressed her breasts, then slicked her hands down to her pussy, lavishly sliding her long middle finger into the wet heat. "Voracious? Why yes, indeed." She smiled wickedly at him. "It's your choice, Sam. Take your time, think it over." She glanced at the others. "While my new friends and I play."
"Dani…" he warned. "There will be consequences."
She was taunting a predator—and she loved the thrill coiled inside her. She played the vamp, making a moue with her mouth and fluttering her lashes. "Oooh, that's…exciting." With a toss of her head, she looked across at the Spaniard. "Perhaps you'd like to lick my pussy while Sam tries to decide if he's game to feel another man's mouth on his cock? Or would you rather fuck Frenchie's ass?"
"I choose you, of course." The Spaniard smiled, then strolled to her and laid down on his back between her spread knees.
She lowered herself to his mouth and hissed her pleasure as his tongue danced over tender tissues.
She resumed caressing herself, letting the dark magic build, undulating like a lioness in heat. The Frenchman's hands ran over her thighs and up to her breasts. She looked over at the Italian and crooked her finger. "Perhaps you'd let me take you in my mouth at the same time, so no one gets left out." Her scarlet lips pouted, then she clucked her tongue. "Except Sam, of course. Poor Sam…"
With a grin, the Italian approached. She took him in one long slide all the way down her throat.
He groaned and grasped her head, holding her in place and fucking her mouth.
She began to hum as she deep-throated him, rocking her ass in the air.
The strands whistled again, but this time they struck.
The orgasm took her by surprise.
We can definitely explore the pleasure to be obtained through pain.
Why, Sam, you devil… She glanced at him and saw the smug satisfaction as he caressed her stinging ass and slid a finger inside her pussy.
She came again, squeezing hard on the dick she was about to swallow again.
He'd been right, damn him.
But he'd been challenged, and she wouldn't be distracted. "I'll understand if you have to forfeit," she purred. "I'm used to winning."
She could see the war in him. It would kill him to lose, but he was accustomed to watching, to calling the shots. He indulged her, yes, but he didn't dance to anyone's tune but his.
The dare was hers, the gauntlet cast.
Come on, Sam.
For the first time she could remember, she was reluctant to win.
But she would do it. And be done with him, then.
It would be a crying shame, though. A waste of a killer body and a freewheeling, very inventive mind. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip, then tossed her head to dismiss him, granting the Italian a long, slow lick.
Sam's hand gripped her shoulder hard. He smacked her ass with his hand this time.
Then he stepped up beside her and held his cock out for the Frenchman's mouth.
When the other man's lips closed over him, Sam sucked air between his teeth. She felt the tension in the thigh pressed to her side, the hand gripping her shoulder…
And she smiled around the shaft in her own mouth. Slowly she licked her way back to the head, then took mercy on Sam, kissing her way over his groin while her fingers began to play with the heavy weight of his testicles.
She put her lips next to Frenchie's, imitating the slide of his tongue over one side of Sam's gorgeous big cock, their tongues tangling across Sam's hard flesh.
Sam groaned.
The Spaniard nipped at her clit, and she climaxed again.
Then he gripped her hips and shoved her backward onto his dick, then began to pump inside her. She let go of Sam to balance herself on her hands, head down.
A big hand started spreading oil over her ass. Her eyes popped open.
The Spaniard was inside her pussy. The Frenchman had moved to her breasts. The Italian's cock bobbed before her mouth.
An oiled finger slid inside her puckered hole.
She gasped. Swallowed hard.
"I said there would be consequences," Sam said from behind her.
"Sam, I don't think—"
"So it's you who'll forfeit instead?" She could hear his arrogance. His challenge. "And I win?"
"You didn't come."
"I did what you dared me—I let him suck my dick."
"But—"
His thumb entered her now, painstakingly slow. She tensed. Dragged in a breath. "Sam, I don't know…"
He began to thrust gently in and out. Restlessness seized her. His thumb moved deeper while his free hand teased and caressed her.
She could feel his thumb rubbing along the thin wall of soft flesh between him and the Spaniard's hard cock inside her.
A blazing greed consumed her. She groaned. The new sensations tantalized, drove her so wild she couldn't help shoving her ass toward Sam.
He laughed, low and dirty. "You will try absolutely any fucking thing, won't you, babe?"
She couldn't speak, too lost in a thrill she'd never expected.
He began to pull his thumb out slowly.
Protest rose to her lips.
But then the thick head of his cock nudged at the softened opening he'd created.
"No, I don't think—" She tensed and tried to shift away.
He gripped her hips in his big hands. "Sh-h, babe, easy…"
The atmosphere smoldered. Lightning crackled as the menage of men became one entity, moving in concert with one intention: to feed the fires of her lust.
The Italian's fingers moved to her clit, little sizzles in her blood. The Frenchman's tongue lapped at her nipples. The Spaniard's cock thrust inside her, the rhythm relentless, a drumbeat pounding her, filling her. A buzzing in her head, a blindness to anything but the gossamer threads attached to nipple and belly, to lips and pussy and ass, to every restless, rutting nerve ending…drawing them tighter and tighter into a beguiling sexual web.
/> Desire dragged her into a smoky spiral of lust and hot blood…she couldn't see, couldn't hear…she could only feel hunger like a heartbeat, a jungle drum that echoed in her head.
Sam's hands massaged her ass cheeks with more oil, sliding down and playing his fingers around the tight hole until she wanted to scream, until she was crazy hot for him, so hot she began to rock toward him, begging, "Sam…"
"I'm here, babe." He pressed a tender kiss between her shoulder blades.
Then the barbarian he seldom unleashed fastened his teeth to her nape and slowly, torturously began working his way inside. "Sweet god, you are so tight—" he groaned.
"Sam, you're too big—I don't think—" But with a sudden pop, he was inside.
It felt terrible and…amazing.
He paused to let her get accustomed to the size of him. He bent and licked a long stroke up her spine—
Then thrust all the way inside.
Blood pounded in her ears.
She nearly lost consciousness.
"Christ—" Sam said, voice strangling. "I can feel you, amigo."
"And I you," answered the Spaniard, moving inside her pussy, now in counterpoint to Sam's cock filling her ass.
Consumed by wild, reckless greed, she dove toward the Italian and sucked him down, sucked him hard as he groaned his pleasure, gripping her hair in his hands while the Frenchman suckled one breast and played with her clit.
The Spaniard rocked inside her pussy while Sam slowed to lazy, languid strokes inside her ass—
"More," she begged. "Please, Sam, more—"
"You make me fucking crazy," he growled—and picked up the pace, savagely thrusting harder, faster—
While her pussy was licked and her mouth was full and her breasts were squeezed—
The unbelievable, insane pleasure of having two men inside her, rubbing their dicks against each other, of having so many hands and mouths on her sent her blazing, soaring—
Dark, dangerous madness shoved her over the edge of the cliff into screaming, dying release, shaking, every nerve alive, her body burning—
Sam pounded into her, growling his pleasure until he, too, went rigid. His body poured hot juices up her ass at the same instant the Spaniard's cock erupted, Frenchie spurted semen onto her breasts and the Italian shot his load down her throat—
She shattered, and the night combusted into a thousand starbursts, a million sparks exploding—
And everything went dark.
She awoke as dawn's light filtered soft over her bed.
She blinked. Looked again. Her bed?
Slowly she scanned the room and discovered that it was indeed her bedroom. Her entire body was sore, but inside she felt…calm. Relaxed as she hadn't been in years. Deliciously, decadently, unbelievably satisfied.
Memories poured over her in a rush, and she laughed aloud. If even a fraction of them were real, she had had quite a night.
But she was alone, she could feel it. Not that she should be surprised, just that…after all they'd been through together, it would have been lovely to awaken with Sam. To cuddle in bed.
But she had never cuddled. That was too girly. So…female. So…needy.
She didn't do needy.
But a memory flared, a vision of herself in the mirror, thoroughly female and very, very aroused. She smiled. Well, except the best kind of needy.
"Oh, Sam," she sighed. She wanted him again. Right. Now.
Of course, that assumed he would forgive her for daring him to let a man suck his cock.
But he'd gotten her back, hadn't he? She smiled at the delicious memory.
Maybe next time she'd challenge him to give the blow job—though if she did, no telling what he'd dare her to do when it was his turn. Or what price he'd exact.
Lust curled inside her. She stretched luxuriously, nearly purring in anticipation.
She sat up slowly. Realized she smelled coffee. More quickly than her abused body wanted, she rose and crossed to the kitchen. "Sam?"
No one there, she realized. And, for an instant, mooned just a little, wishing again for him.
Then she shook herself out of whatever this odd, inexplicable mood was. They'd made no promises. Maybe Sam would be back, maybe not.
Maybe she'd gone too far in search of the win.
But she hoped not—the very notion of giving up The Game made the world seem somehow…colorless.
Never mind. If he couldn't play at her level, then it was his loss. C'est la vie and all that.
Time to get back in fighting trim, Dani. She made her way over to get herself a cup of coffee.
But the bright promise had gone out of the morning. No one had ever even come close to matching him.
She wasn't sure anyone could.
Can't think that way. You're better off alone, you know that.
She poured the rich dark liquid into the cup he'd left for her. Picked it up and dragged in the welcome scent.
Then noticed a card lying on the counter. After a moment's pause, she picked it up.
Heavy stock. A bold scrawl.
Don't think you've won.
Game on, babe.
Luke
Luke? Her unbelievably hot lover was named Luke? She flipped the card over, but the back was blank.
Dani drew the card through her fingers while she smiled slowly.
Luke…well, wasn't that interesting? Clearly he still had surprises—and ideas—left.
And she just might have a few for him.
Oh, yeah, lover. Game on.
Sam and Dani's next adventure is PLAY ME
Excerpt from PLAY ME:
Dani Martin couldn't have been more surprised when she opened the door.
"Sam—Luke," she amended. He'd signed his last note with the new name—his real one? "You don't look like a Luke."
She didn't know, and she didn't want to. The Game was purely about sex, and mystery only lent allure.
"Then I won't be," he said, shoving away from his lazy lean against her doorframe. He moved on past her and walked inside.
No. Prowled. He prowled…like a muscled, lean panther.
And made her feel very much like his prey. "How did you get up here, past my doorman?"
A half-turn. A negligent arch of one eyebrow. "I have my ways." His intense blue eyes raked her as one corner of his mouth curved. "I get what I want."
A delicious little lick of thrill. But she played it equally cool. "Oh, do you?" Her gaze dropped to his groin. "Not always." Her gaze rose to his, their eyes locking as she remembered watching his big, gorgeous dick sliding between another man's lips at her dare.
Despite his initial refusal.
She shivered. Watching his long fingers wrapped around his cock, presenting it to one of their playmates…putting the big, purpled head inside the other man's mouth, his clenched jaw at odds with how his eyes had closed and his breath escaped in what almost sounded like a sigh…
A casual shrug from him, along with a slow, wicked smile. "I get my way more often than not."
She inhaled and bit her lower lip, liking the sight of his eyes going dark as he noticed. For a second, she could nearly slide into the dream of that night, of a third man thrusting in and out of her pussy in counterpoint to Sam's cock stroking into her ass on her maiden voyage into anal play.
God.
Sam smiled, and she realized she'd said it out loud, nearly like a prayer.
He took a step toward her.
A deep, visceral fear rose, and she took a step away. He got to her, too much so.
And this was only a game. A contest of dares, of challenges to be met, each alternating turns until one of them faltered. Then The Game would be over. They'd be done with each other. Time to move on.
Dani swallowed. Sam—Luke—no, damn it, Sam. He'd introduced himself to her as Sam when they first began to play, and Sam he would be until they were done.
By whatever name, he would be a tough one to forget.
But she would do it.
His mouth curved. "You're scared."
"Of course I'm not. How absurd." With an inelegant snort, she turned away.
He captured her elbow.
Want more fun and games? The adventures continue in PLAY ME…
Melissande is a pseudonym for a USAToday bestselling author who likes to walk on the wild side. If you've enjoyed DARE YOU, please let others know by leaving a review on the retailer site where you bought it. If you'd like to contact Melissande, she loves to hear from readers. Email her at [email protected]
