Jasmine forced a smile. Fuck you, Ethan. Mushroom hunting. Ethan Cole wanted to go mushroom hunting because he was a weirdo who liked plants a little too much.
Everyone else likewise smiled politely, although Ian muttered something into his glass that made Kathryn hide a laugh in her hand. Monica intervened by saying, “Still learning about mushrooms, Ethan?”
“Naturally.” He stood, straightening out his jacket and smoothing out his trousers. “Jasmine’s become quite good at identifying the poisonous ones. Sometimes I wonder if she’s trying to get her inheritance a bit too early.”
Jasmine laughed, uneasily, and Monica was the only other person to smile. Probably because they were the only people in that room who understand Ethan’s dry humor.
“By the way, I would appreciate you coming with me for a moment.” Ethan held his hand out to Jasmine. “I need to speak with you about tomorrow. I won’t keep you from the socializing too long.” His wink was almost genuine.
Jasmine took his hand and was helped up. She sent Monica an apologetic look before joining her boyfriend in the empty – and cold – hallway. I miss the fireplace already. She hoped their room had one and that it was stoked already. If she saw Bernadette the maid anywhere around there, she would be sure to ask.
“Yes?” Jasmine asked, as soon as they were alone. “I thought we already had our plans solidified for tomorrow…”
Ethan took her hand and dragged her across the hall. Uh oh. Jasmine recognized that brute strength. Her heart leaped in her throat as Ethan made sure the coast was clear before opening a door and hauling Jasmine inside.
It looked like an office. One with a locking door, if Jasmine heard what her boyfriend was doing correctly. A single light turned on in the corner. “Ethan… what is…”
He kissed her with the strength of a man with a point to prove. Jasmine stumbled backward, against the wall, her body reacting in the only way it knew how – with instant arousal. Fuck that! Her brain wanted an explanation first!
“Excuse me,” she said curtly, pushing Ethan away. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”
“Oh, right, sorry.” Ethan opened his jacket pocket and pulled out his girlfriend’s crimson collar. “I need you to put this on.”
“Hold up.” This was happening too fast, even for Ethan Cole, the man who used to pay Jasmine to be sexually available to him at all hours of the day. Now he collared her when he wanted to enact those scenarios. They weren’t a lifestyle BDSM couple – thank God – but they had the collar to clearly dictate when they were having a scene. “First, what is going on, Ethan, and second… did you go through my purse to get that? Because that’s where I last left it.”
“I plead the fifth on the second question.” Ethan cleared his throat, caught. “As for the first… well, can you blame me, Jasmine? We were going to have a romantic time this weekend, and here we are, trapped with two other…”
Jasmine put her hands on her hips. “Two other what?” Oh, she had a good idea of what he was about to say. “Two alpha men.” Ethan was hilarious. He was so used to being in complete control wherever they went. Jasmine was often the only person in the world – besides Monica, perhaps – who could make Ethan behave when he got too uppity for his own good. Trapped in a house for a weekend with two other men known for being Doms in the city’s kink scene? Two Doms with big reputations? With women who submitted to their desires, whether it was lifestyle or scene by scene? Ethan Cole probably had the angriest erection in the whole house. How the fuck was he going to assert himself when he couldn’t even put his hands all over his girlfriend without embarrassing the both of them?
Ethan was a man who kept his kink behind the scenes. He barely went to the kinky club The Dark Hour unless business dealings were happening there.
Yet Ethan Cole didn’t say “two alpha men.” Instead, he said, “Two very sexual couples.”
“Everyone’s been behaving themselves tonight…”
Ethan looked around the office. “You’re kidding, right? Use your senses, Jasmine.”
She put her arms down in a haughty huff. “What are you trying to…” Her deep breath caught her by surprise. In her nostrils was a heavy perfume that she thought she left behind in the study. That’s Monica’s perfume...
“Yes. There’s been a lot of hanky-panky in this room since we got here. We’re lagging behind.”
“One couple hardly means…” Jasmine went for the couch, but she stopped short, gasping in strange horror as she saw… well, she dare not repeat what she saw staining the couch.
“I told you. Hanky-panky.”
Ethan encircled Jasmine’s abdomen with his arm. She lowered her hand from her nose, tearing her eyes off the crime scene before her. “That’s disgusting!”
“Is it?” Ethan’s voice was low and husky, the exact tone that sent excited shivers throughout Jasmine’s young body. The longer she gazed at the mess the previous couple left behind, the more she realized what her own boyfriend wanted. Sure enough, his hardness pushed against her ass in due time. “Because it only serves to remind me of what I need to do to you.”
“Need?” Jasmine didn’t protest as the collar wrapped around her throat. The moment he clasps it, I have to obey him. Ethan was going to fuck her right here, without a doubt. Normally that wouldn’t worry her too much, except when he was like this… with a collar that made him infallible and the absolute master of Jasmine’s destiny… oh God, who knew what he would do!
“Yes, my flower.” The moment the collar clasped around her throat, Ethan lifted her skirt, manhandling her thighs, her stomach, and the brunt of her unsuspecting pussy. “I need us to outfuck everyone else in this house.”
Wow, that was direct, even for him.
“You’re crazy,” Jasmine said, although her lack of breath betrayed how hot this was already getting her. Between Ethan stroking her slit through her silk underwear, and snaking his hand down her generous cleavage, she was about to come undone then and there. “I knew we were going to have a lot of sex this weekend, but...”
A shriek went through the room as Jasmine was pushed over the back of the couch. Her knees scrambled onto it, just as her hair tumbled down the side of her face and threatened to brush against the soiled ground. Even with underwear on, she still felt exposed. She felt even more exposed when Ethan pulled aside said underwear and tested her for wetness. Unsurprisingly, she was not yet ready.
“Your boyfriend has needs that surpass simple sex.” Ethan felt the bare skin of Jasmine’s ass, his other hand bunching up her skirt and tugging it whenever necessary. “Now, I need you to not say a single word except for what I want to hear you say. Understand?”
Jasmine nodded, her lips wetting within her mouth. “I understand… sir.”
She was not surprised that he spanked her. She was, however, surprised that it was so hard and so… invigorating. Jasmine’s knees dug into the leather couch. I wonder who was here before me. And she wondered if the idea of coming all over someone else’s mess was getting Ethan as hot as it was her. Yes. Definitely yes.
He spanked her again, the shrill sound of skin hitting skin echoing in Jasmine’s ears. It was a miracle she could hear it over the pumping of her blood.
“Tell me, Jasmine.” The way his voice clawed her back made Jasmine whimper, her insides relaxing and releasing the arousal her boyfriend craved to see run down her thigh. “If you could have any man in this house fuck this pretty bud of yours, who would it be? There’s a good selection out there.”
His hand was poised above her ass. Jasmine, swallowing, lifted her head and tried to find her voice. “You, sir. I only want you to fuck me.” She sounded pitiful. Probably because for the briefest moment she imagined one of those other men fucking her. No, that’s wrong. But she didn’t doubt that Ethan planted those images in her head. He wanted her to think about Henry Warren tying her up and feeding her his cock. He wanted Jasmine to imagine Ian Mathers throwing her down on
this couch and going at her until she screamed for mercy. All right, hot stuff, let’s not make me feel like I’m mentally cheating. Too late.
However, Ethan wanted her to think about these things because he wanted to prove that he was better than them combined. He wanted Jasmine to open up her mouth and admit that her boyfriend, Ethan Cole, was the hottest, most dominating, most alpha man in this group of fuckers and suckers.
She could do that right now. Except it wouldn’t mean a damn thing until Ethan had his ultimate way with her.
“Again, sir,” she said, feeling her core heat up in preparation. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that so?” His zipper came down. Ethan groaned, slightly, and Jasmine imagined him stroking his cock to further life. “Why do you want me? Not that I don’t want you, my flower, but it won’t hurt you to convince me.”
Wow, he was direct tonight. For some reason, knowing he was fighting that much insecurity made Jasmine wetter. She was going to prove his worth as a man and Dom, and she was going to do it with nothing more than her body. Holy shit, I’m ready.
“Because…” She couldn’t believe she was saying this. She couldn’t believe she was about to debase herself like this. Yes I can. Wouldn’t be the first time! “You’re the only man who can satisfy me.”
“Hmm.”
“I’m serious, sir.” Jasmine reached back, pressing her fingers dangerously close to her opening. She pulled herself open in front of him, showing Ethan how hard it was to satisfy her. “You’re the only one who can satisfy that.”
“You can be more honest, my flower. Tell me exactly why you need me to fuck you. Don’t dance around it. Don’t be ashamed of your body.”
Oh, fuck you. Jasmine pulled her hand back to the couch and bowed her head, garnering the courage to say what was on the tip of her tongue. “Because you’re the only one who is big enough, sir.”
Jasmine had no idea how big the other men were in their pants. Well, that wasn’t true. She knew how big Henry was because she had seen his cock during a show he and Monica put on at The Dark Hour months ago. As for Ian, he seemed like the kind of man either compensating for something or completely bolstered by the large size of his manhood. Fact of the matter was, nothing, well, mattered. This was about fueling Ethan’s ego so he would fuck Jasmine long and hard. Sometimes I love these games. Sometimes they drove her crazy. Tonight? Both thoughts claimed her.
At the end of the day, however, Ethan was still the biggest man Jasmine had ever been with. In the early days of their relationship, she was constantly amazed at how big he felt in her mouth and between her legs. And even though she knew to expect it now, she was still often taken by surprise.
Taken, always. Surprise, always.
“You need it big, huh?” Ethan tapped her ass. “Tell me why.”
Jasmine braced herself for more self-debasement. “Because I’m so used to big cock that it’s all that can satisfy me… sir.”
“Are you a size queen, my flower?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ethan pushed two fingers against her opening and spread it apart, opening her body to the cold air of that office. He’s going to ruin me. Didn’t he always?
“I see. You really do need a certain man to satisfy you, don’t you?”
Oh, fuck him.
“Jasmine.” His voice, although tender and loving, did not make Jasmine feel any different as Ethan leaned down and kissed her cheek. The smooth texture of his trousers rubbed against her leg, making her tremble in anticipation for the rest of him to touch her. “You’re absolutely gorgeous tonight. I don’t tell you enough.”
He told her at least once a day, but Jasmine agreed – once a day wasn’t enough.
“Seeing you on this couch like this has got me so… bothered.” Ethan dropped his composure for one split second, letting lust take control as he slid the head of his cock along her slit. Oh, shit. When he pulled away, he smacked her ass, pried apart her opening again, and watched as she became wetter. Knowing his erection became more powerful from it made Jasmine even more aroused. “Your nectar is getting all over my fingers, my flower.”
“Golly gee, sir, I have no idea how that could be happening…” Jasmine was still fantasizing about getting fucked. This time solely about Ethan, the only man with the ability to satisfy her.
“Don’t be mouthy.” The tap on her ass was a warning shot. “Or I’ll stuff that mouth full of something that will shut you up.” Before Jasmine could say she was okay with that, Ethan continued. “And not give this beautiful pussy what it clearly deserves.”
Jasmine braved being a little mouthier. “And what does it deserve, sir?”
Finally, she was wet enough for him to slide his tip in. Jasmine pushed forward, knees digging into the couch as one hand shot between her legs and took over Ethan’s job of spreading her nether lips apart. She felt his hard shaft with her fingertips and trembled once more.
“My cock.”
He thrust forward. Jasmine gritted her teeth, clutching the back of the couch and bracing her legs wide open. A man like Ethan needed a wide berth to enter any woman, and Jasmine was no exception.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whimpered, taking his whole length as he sank into her. Suddenly it no longer mattered that someone got to this couch before them. All that mattered was having her body visited by the man she loved and craved to have dominate her.
“You were right, my flower.” Ethan grabbed long, curly hair and yanked it hard enough to raise her head. “You need a man as big as me to pleasure you. I fit perfectly inside you.”
He didn’t have to tell her!
“So I guess that means I can do whatever the fuck I want now.” He yanked hard, forcing Jasmine on his length as she involuntarily leaned back, crying out loud enough to echo in the room. “And I want to fuck you until you scream.”
Ethan Cole was the kind of man who kept his promises.
“Oh my God!” Jasmine muffled her own mouth with the leather couch as Ethan drove into her, forcing himself as deep as he could go into her angled body. They both knew how volatile this position was from plenty of experience over the past year they had been together. Ethan could reach parts of her Jasmine didn’t even know existed!
“Is this what you wanted, my flower? Is this the kind of fucking you’ve been craving?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Louder! I want them to hear me how good I fuck you.”
“Yes, sir!”
He was a beast. The kind of wild, primal alpha male who took what he wanted – and he wanted Jasmine. Specifically, he wanted her body, the validation her cries of release provided, and he wanted the way she held onto him through her climax. When it came. Until then, Jasmine was on the receiving end of a man who would take nothing less than catching her, pinning her to this couch, and mounting her from behind as the animal kingdom intended.
It made her feel small, vulnerable, and oh so good.
“Fuck me, sir!” Ethan pummeled her pussy, making her wetter, hotter. “Please fuck me more! Give it to me!”
She shrieked as he spanked her the moment he drove deep into her. “You would like that, wouldn’t you my delicate little flower?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
“Do you want to come? Do you want to lose yourself all over the only cock that can please you?”
“Yes! Please!”
“And do you want me to make you mine?”
Jasmine sucked in her breath, her body shaking on his. “Yes, sir! Please come in me, sir!”
Ethan grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto him, forcing himself as deep as he could go before going at her as if it were the last chance in his life.
Oh my God, I am a fucking sex toy right now. Those were her favorite moments when wearing the collar. Love and romance existed outside of this crimson band around her neck. Right now her sole purpose was to serve her Master, and she best did that by existing and being as sexually available to him
as possible. This meant letting him fuck her on a stranger’s couch to prove he was the most alpha man in the house.
That especially meant that.
It also meant opening herself up to him, taking whatever he gave her. His thrusts, his passion, the seed he gave her when he came. The first shot hit her the moment she sank back onto him, catching her deep, hitting her with incomparable warmth. It was also the moment he grunted so loudly that Jasmine was sure everyone in that house heard them have barbaric sex.
It made her come.
“Ethan!” She matched his thrusts, willing his cock to empty within her, wanting him to let loose every drop into her core. That’s when she felt the closest to him, physically. Even when turned away from him. Even when looking at the carpet instead of into the eyes of her boyfriend. “Oh my God!”
He continued to pound her from behind, the sounds of their skin like a thunderous drum in Jasmine’s head, all through her orgasm. Ethan had stretched her with his cock to the point it was almost painful for him to remove himself from her. But he did so, almost immediately, admiring his handiwork as it spilled from Jasmine and threatened to join another couple’s mess.
“Not too bad,” he said, smug.
Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her body aching for more. “Please fuck me again…” she whimpered. “I need it, sir.”
“I’m sure you do.” Ethan pulled her skirt down, however. “Later. For now, you can be content with that.”
Except she wasn’t content. That was the problem!
Chapter 7
Monica
“Did you hear that?”
Henry sat up, three chains hanging from his hands. Monica was halfway to tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed. “No,” Henry said, going back to wrapping chains around his fiancée. “I didn’t hear anything. What was it?”
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