by Linzi Basset
No fucking way. I won’t come. I won’t!
There was no way in hell she would survive being eaten out by one Dom after the other. Especially if Cole intended to sit and watch. That alone would keep her juices flowing nonstop.
She clenched her teeth as the next Dom stepped onto the platform, selecting a triple leather slapper. Her husky cry echoed to the rafters as he snapped it against her buttocks with quick sharp snaps. The pain did nothing to lessen the arousal; quite the contrary, it increased the heat building inside her tenfold.
“Remarkable control your sub has.” Liam leaned against the back of Cole’s chair.
“Indeed, she does. “Cole’s gaze was fixated on the woman slumped against the cross. He could see her body shuddering and imagined the thinning of her lips was an indication of gritting her teeth. Her frame was taut with arousal and shook violently when Dom Sam teased her clitoris with a magic wand while he pinched and tugged on her nipples.
“I don’t think she’s going to last much longer. It’s been almost an hour. Just look at her. She’s soaking wet and can barely stop shuddering.”
“She won’t come.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she fears what would happen if she does.” He smiled devilishly. “Especially if I stay to watch.”
“You’re very confident about the effect you have over her, aren’t you?”
“I’m confident of the control I have as a Dom over my sub’s body, yes.”
“How much longer are you going to make her suffer?”
“I believe it’s time for the finale,” he muttered as he rose. He stopped in front of her just as Bella called time and Dom Sam stepped back with a smile.
“How are you doing, my pet?”
Sage’s eyes snapped open. The sharp look was indicative of what he was relatively sure were a few well-aimed expletives running through her mind. He was impressed at her restraint for not voicing them out loud.
“How does that feel?” He ran his palms over her shoulders and back to lightly massage her tense muscles. She groaned in appreciation but didn’t say a word. Cole had the feeling she was concentrating to keep the climax at bay.
“The last five minutes belong to me, Cinderella.” He walked around her to press his warm body against her back. Her breath hissed through her teeth as she felt his heat penetrate her skin from shoulder to knees. Her loins throbbed voraciously.
“You’re doing so well, my pet. I’m so fucking proud of you,” he whispered as he nibbled on the soft skin at the base of her neck.
“Oh,” she puffed at the gentle way he traced the curve of her hips before slowly trailing upward. “Hmmm.” She bit back the whimper as her nipples turned into hard stones under the brush of his fingers as he grazed his palms back and forth over the taut peaks.
She squeezed her eyes shut and did her best to ignore the insistent throb of her clitoris. She was all too aware that her arousal presented itself in the wetness she could feel between her legs.
“Hmm, such an intoxicating aroma, love.” Cole wasn’t immune to the sweet honeyed bouquet tantalizing his nostrils.
Sage desperately floundered in her mind to find that special corner where she’d managed to focus to keep from climaxing. She failed miserably as it remained just out of reach. Every time she felt she found it, the wicked man flicked his tongue into her ear or pinched her nipples. Every action aimed to fling her right back into the enticing realm of eroticism.
She twitched and jerked against him as her body quaked with arousal so intense that she had no way to compartmentalize it. It astounded her that he knew exactly how and where to touch to elevate the sensations raging through her … without the added benefit of any toys!
“Please,” she whimpered as every nerve ending sparked to life. She finally caved to the demands of her body. Her skin had shrunk and felt too small for her body, contracting with every subsequent touch of his large hand over her stomach and hips. She whimpered as he feathered his fingers over her clit.
The way her hips canted against his hand was testimony of her desperation, her need for his intimate touch.
“We’re almost there, my pet,” he cooed in her ear as he ran his tongue down her throat and bit into the base of her neck.
“Ahh!” she cried; her body jerked wildly as she gasped to breathe. She whimpered in protest as his hand drifted away.
“You are so fucking hot, little one,” he continued to praise but relented and returned to drawing a tantalizing figure eight around her clit until she felt on the verge of combusting.
Cole reveled in her masterful control. In her desire to please him and give him what he demanded … her full submission. It was what gave his testosterone a kick so profound, he stood in awe of it. Her spicy scent spiked his lust, gorging his cock swollen and taut as the hot flush of arousal radiated down into his loins.
“I believe it’s time to reward you for taking your punishment so well.”
Sage was incapable of uttering a coherent word, weak and caught in a wave of euphoria as all her energy surged south to settle between her legs.
“Ohhh … please,” she wailed as Cole pressed down on the throbbing fleshy button. He caressed it with slow, smooth strokes. A deliberate motion to summon the lust and hunger into one spot where he had the control and knew exactly when to send her over the edge.
“Please what, Cinderella. What do you want?”
“Come! Please, I need to come.”
Her legs trembled as her face found the spot against his throat. As conscious as she’d been of her nakedness at the beginning of the punishment, so was she oblivious to the crowd watching in awe the erotic dance that cocooned them in its embrace.
“No more! I beg you. I’m sorry, Master Cratos. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have used Dom Paul to draw a reaction from you. Please,” she shrieked as he rubbed her nipples and then pinched the hardened peaks. Ripples of heat flashed into her stimulated clit.
“I need to feel if you’re still as hot as I remember, Sage,” Cole murmured in her ear. He chuckled as he inserted his finger knuckle-deep inside her pussy. Her cry coalesced with his growl as her heat engulfed and wet his finger.
“This is what I needed to feel. Just this.”
Sage thrashed against the cross as he smoothed her warm, wet essence all over her throbbing clit while caressing it with long strokes. His fingers closed around her nipple, tugging at it, pulling on it, and pinching it hard. Cole turned her face toward him, watching as he vibrated her clit with short rapid bursts.
“Now, Sage. Come for me, little one.”
Sage fell apart as the world around her shattered.
Cole was thrilled by her twitching body as he kept fueling her climax, exalting in her body slumping weakly against him.
“Beautiful, love. You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”
A deep rose-tinted flush spread over her chest as she realized the rhythmic pulse she heard in her mind was the applause of members cheering her well-earned eruption.
Sage started awake as Cole lowered her onto the softness of a thick duvet in a softly lit room. She glanced around as she sat upright and drew the light blanket around her body.
“Where are we?”
“My bedroom.”
Her eyes widened as she looked around at the soothing decor of the gray and white room. A massive space with massive furniture that made her feel small and vulnerable.
“We’re at your house?” For the life of her, Sage couldn’t remember anything after Cole had carried her to the aftercare area, wrapped her in the blanket and cooed soothing words in her ear until she fell asleep.
“Yes.” Cole sat down at the edge of the bed. His gaze was intense but tender and caring. “We need to talk, Sage, and I had no intention of doing it at the club.”
Her cheeks went warm. She fiddled with the edge of the blanket. “I’m sorry. I should never have taken our problems to the club.”
“Let’s forget about the sh
ould haves, love. It’s in the past and once I explain, I’d like it to stay there. Are you ready to listen to me now, Sage?”
Sage leaned back against the headboard. “Yes, Cole. I need to know why you were prepared to destroy what had developed between us during the road trip. What is Samantha Brady to you?”
Cole sighed heavily. “Samantha is part of a past I have been trying to put behind me for ten years.” He smiled sadly. “It’s not a pretty story.” His voice was strained but he kept eye contact with her the entire time he told her the story of his love for Alexandra and how the devious acts of his mother and brother had ended his dreams of a happy future with her.
Sage took his hand and pressed it against her chest. Her eyes were filled with tears at the pain she could see in the depths of his.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Your own mother? I’ve been deserted by mine but to do what she did? How could you live with that?”
“I couldn’t, which is why I left California and moved as far away from them as I could after my father’s death. Once he was gone, there was nothing keeping me there, and I needed to get away from the memories. It took me years to put Alexandra’s memory to rest.” He squeezed her hand. “She will always hold a special place in my heart but that’s all it is.”
“And Samantha? Where does she fit into the picture?”
“The Brady’s have been family friends for as long as I can remember. Because she was closer to Carson’s age, I generally ignored her but she was always pestering me.” He shrugged. “Then she grew up and learned how to seduce. I was young when I gave in to her seductive wiles. It was all about sex. Nothing more. Until I met Alexandra. I never cheated on her and Samantha turned her attention elsewhere … Carson included. Four years after Alexandra’s death, she arrived on my doorstep. I suppose I was vulnerable at that stage and ready to connect sexually. I gave in. She manipulated her way into my life and became my permanent submissive. I chose to believe she was there for me. That maybe I could settle for second best. My work took me on long extended trips. I heard rumors about her with other Doms but chose to ignore them. Until I came back from one trip and found her in our bed fucking my brother.”
“You’re not serious?”
“I was furious. I left California because I didn’t want to see him or my mother again. He was the one who had poisoned my mother, constantly running Alexandra down and insisting she do something about it and he had the audacity to invade my house. I almost killed him that day but, in the end, Samantha admitted she had never ended her relationship with Carson. He had sent her to seduce me, to once again destroy something that I believed was good in my life.”
“How can one brother be that cruel to his own flesh and blood?”
“Money, love. It’s what has driven him his entire adult life. He resented that I never took a cent of the family coffers and made my wealth through hard work. He wanted the recognition he believed I stole from him.”
“It’s still wrong.” She rubbed his hand between hers. “So, what did Samantha want this time?”
“Not Samantha, love. My mother and brother. They sent her to Dallas to break us up. They must’ve seen articles in the tabloids about the road trip. Many of them mentioned our relationship which the kids were all too willing to elaborate on.” His shoulders sagged. “I’m sad to say that prestige and money have always played a resounding role in my mother’s life. She destroyed everything I did when she believed it jeopardized her position in society. Alexandra wasn’t good enough in her opinion and neither were you. Samantha went there with the purpose to destroy our relationship.” He traced her jaw. “For a time, I thought they achieved their goal.”
Sage stared at him with sad eyes. She believed in a future with him but if his family was going to oppose it every step of the way, what chance did they have at success?
“She’ll never stop trying though, will she?”
Cole cupped her face and kissed her with such tenderness, Sage felt hope blossom anew inside her.
“It’s over, love. I took away the one thing that boosted her power.” He explained what he had done. His lips thinned as his voice cracked coldly. “I don’t regret doing it, Sage. Not for one moment. They would never stop and the destructive way they treated the employees … I couldn’t stand by and watch them completely destroy my father’s legacy.”
“I don’t blame you, Cole. In all honesty, I can’t conjure up one iota of sympathy for either of them.” She released his hand and traced his face before she cupped it between her hands. “You didn’t deserve what they did to you. You would’ve been the best husband and father … and I hope you still will be … with me.” She smiled tremulously. “I love you, Cole. I think I fell in love with you years ago already but it took the road trip to awaken me to what the emotions inside me truly meant. You unlocked the woman inside me, you gave me the one thing no man ever has. You gave me freedom. Freedom to find myself, to understand who and what I am. In the two months of reflection, I realized the most important gift of all … you gave me your heart … you gave me you.” She leaned closer to kiss him softly. “Your heart beats within me, Cole, and I promise to treasure and cherish it with all the love I have to offer.”
“Ah, my beautiful Sage, I have yearned to hear those words for so long. For years I accepted my fate was to go through life alone. I couldn’t find anyone who made my heart miss a beat, who turned my body hard and my mind to mush just thinking about her. Until the day you walked into my office. Your essence, your persona … it hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer. I kept my distance, but for the life of me, I couldn’t keep away from you. Why do you think I found so many things to discuss with you all the time?”
“Discuss? You reprimanded and fought with me. I started to think nothing I did would ever be good enough for the mighty Dean Sawyer.” She dimpled.
He smiled wryly. “I don’t know at what point the attraction I felt for you morphed into love, but the day I saw you at the club was the day I knew there was hope for a happy future.”
He reached into his pocket and removed a small velvet box. Sage’s eyes widened as he opened it to present the most beautiful diamond ring.
“You are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, Sage. The one I want to have at least three children with. You have given light to my very dark life. The past two months have been hell. I realized without you; I had no direction. That over the past three years, you had silently become my beacon of hope. I love you, Sage, with every beat of my heart and with a passion that will be wild and hot even after the flame and sparks of the body diminish.”
He slipped off the bed and went down onto one knee. He held out the ring. “Sage Porter, love of my life … will you please grow old with me?”
Sage could barely see through the tears but her joyous laugh spread her love and devotion throughout the room.
“Yes! Yes, Cole Sawyer. I will gladly grow old with you.”
The End
Excerpt: Stone
CASTLE SIN – BOOK 1
CHAPTER ONE
“Ugh! I hate all this water.”
Peyton Jackson couldn’t suppress a shudder of disgust as she stared over the wide expanse of the ocean surrounding her. For once it was all it was, there wasn't the usual terror associated with being on the water. The streaks of the sun danced over her face, turning the amethyst color of her eyes to a deep violet. Her only salvation was the sight of the green patch in the distance growing bigger as the speedboat carried them rapidly closer to their destination.
She hated everything associated with island life. To her, idyllic wasn’t the description she’d use, rather hot, sticky and uncomfortable with sand … lots and lots of sand surrounded by water. Too many dangerous gallons to mention.
“Five minutes, ladies.”
Peyton glanced at the tall, muscled man at the helm of the boat. The way he handled her was poetry in motion, effortless, and skillful. Danton Hill was apparently the acclaimed Rothman cousins’ Secur
ity Director.
Gmpf, imagine that, a Security Director! I suppose being celebrities they do need 24/7 protection. I wonder if he swaps their diapers for them too.
The strangled laugh that escaped her lips drew the big man’s eyes her way. She quickly swallowed her mirth at the childish notion her wayward thoughts brought to mind, but a broad smile remained on her lips.
She looked at the other six passengers. All of them women, who stared with anticipation and excitement at the lush island that loomed ahead. Peyton had been surprised when she got on the boat to find them already waiting. Not because they were there but because they didn’t fit the stereotypical woman she imagined would willingly submit to a life of servitude on a remote island ruled by seven men.
Masters, actually, she corrected herself. Powerful Dominants who knew how to make even the strongest woman bow to their command in willing submission.
Or so she’d heard.
Castle Sin, on the privately owned, The Sevens Keys Island, in Key West was a hush-hush establishment. Only approved celebrities, politicians, and executive businessmen were members of the exclusive BDSM club.
Four of the six women were older, at a guess in their early forties, and the other two, she surmised to be her age, mid-thirty, which left Peyton dumbfounded. It shot all the information she’d gathered over the years about the seven Rothman cousins to smithereens. She had expected to find a myriad of young females under the age of thirty on the island. A place that was inaccessible to the public, only paid members—which consisted of male Dominants—or as a submissive or slave employed by the reclusive owners.
Reclusive my ass!
The Rothman clan had risen to stardom fifteen years ago when all seven of them had been cast in a Marvel action movie that became a blockbuster on release day. Everyone thereafter had followed the same track. That first motion picture had set them up for life. The producers were clever enough to ride on the wave of success. They’d turned it into a series that released a new feature film every eighteen months. Of course, all seven men thrived on being in the spotlight. The regular articles in the tabloids about their sexual exploits and the strings of women that always hung on to them like leeches were proof of that.
